Tamora's fully prepared to give a significant piece of her mind to whoever threw that rock; she already had to deal with an anti-cop problem in the ruins and this isn't what she needs today. She can understand that the people have no love for law enforcement, but the harassment isn't okay; she supposes it's to be expected in this sort of anarchic society, though.

When a thin, frightened voice pipes up in return, though, Tamora frowns and hops down off the cruiser. Wait, that can't be right. She watches a little girl with pink hair step out of the bushes, looking chastised, and her jaw slides ajar.

"Haruno?" The name falls from her lips before she really thinks about it, but she can't imagine there are too many other pink-haired green-eyed girls around this city. She waves a hand then. "Okay, you can put your hands down; I thought you were... someone else."

Even if it's not Sakura, the kid looks too scared and confused to have thrown the rock at her on purpose.

"You're... Sakura, aren't you?" She's so used to calling everyone by surname that it's strange to use the girl's given name, but a kid's not really going to respond to that so well, she figures. It looks like whatever happened to Riku and Vanadi has happened to Sakura as well; what in the world is going on?