Whatever she might have said about illusions was lost in her own surprise. Even in the bustling cities like Tokyo, people kept to themselves a bit but were generally at least approachable. Generally.

"I hate being ignored," she said flatly, and her lips curved upward.

Ami stood right in front of her chosen victim - a person she'd seen three of already (could the nexus please stop making her enemies endless by making her see their alternates over and over and over again? this wasn't much better). For a normal human, in normal circumstances, she'd be very difficult to simply shove past. She'd done it to grown men, tough types before, running right into them.

And besides, even shoving past her was a reaction.