And Ple Two isn't waiting for anyone else. They can handle themselves, right? Not that Madoka is helpless but she's still... soft.

Now they're squeezing through to find each other, and Ple Two can fully exhale. "Ah... you're unharmed too. Good..."

She glances around nervously for a moment, before leaning in rest her forehead against Madoka's. No one's paying TOO much attention to them, surely. Nothing embarrassing.