That old thing? No, it's not where it belongs. Last I checked, this place definitely isn't hell, and there aren't drunk oni dancing around, kicking rowdy youkai asses for the fun of it. So it's definitely not where it's from.

And neither am I, but I'm coping. A bridge is a bridge. A bridge princess is a bridge princess and I've got a job to do while I'm here. [She turned and looked over at Kaede for a moment, face an unreadable mask.]

Bet you've got somewhere better to be, though.