[That burst of air was enough to distract her as well, as she grasped at her wig once again to stop the wind from dislodging it. Enough dwelling on that distraction, she thought, as her mind went back to the breathing exercises she’d learnt in the military.

Mukuro carefully counted in her head the breaths in, hold, the breaths out, hold... and slowly, she started to come to her senses. It wasn’t quite like slipping into a battle trance, but the tension was leaving her body - and the storm around them was responding in kind.

She could even afford to let go of the wig, using the chance to adjust it now Gundham had his back turned.]

It’s stopping...good.

[It would take her a moment to fully slip back into her ‘Junko’ act - and perhaps her voice would seem uncharacteristically cold for a moment - but at least the storm was slowing down. She had to stop herself instinctively suggesting they search for any casualties in the aftermath.]