" . . . God..just what in Makoto's sake is that damn noise?... Sniff sniff.........................." Hantina would've grew a shadow over her face, concealing both of her eyes, as she kept that stern and serious expression on her face. Hantina was always an invioable person and had thick walls. In fact, that was indeed what made her the Ultimate Gunswoman. Huntina would've smelt a strong, gut-wrenching perfume. Hantina, to mention the fact, used her ability of scent skills to track the source down...

"Hm. This scent....easy..."

"Junko Enoshima." Hantina would've brought out a weapon just incase she was right....she would stuff it into her pocket. This would get her big time if she was able to defeat the Ultimate Despair and Fashonista Enoshima once and for all..