[Rei's expression sharpens and she holds up her left hand in a clawlike gesture, and a small fireball appears there, burning bright. A copper bracelet gleams against her skin too, seeming just a little bit too shiny. And in her right hand, a knife appears, old and ritualistic looking.]

You don't know the rules of this place. And I'm not an ordinary miko.

[The flame vanishes, her attention focused entirely on the NPCs clashing with the other new arrivals and...mostly other NPCs, and it seems like they're more or less holding the line.]

Our best bet is to stay out of the way and make a bolt for the door. Not draw attention to ourselves with your Persona and my sorcery. Start moving to the left, watch my back and I'll watch yours.