When it came to physical combat, Ema's pride wasn't so great that she intended to prove her prowess by standing down a monster in the hallway. She'd been on the receiving end of an attack by a smaller animal and had seen first-hand an attack by a much-larger patchwork horror. Escape from an attacker was priority number one. Scientifically speaking, it was one-half of the fight-or-flight instinct, after all.

When Mr. Renji began his instruction, Ema grabbed her journal out of her bag and began jotting down notes. This was a lesson, which meant that she was taking it seriously. What if she forgot something later? She even took a few would-be practice swings with the journal, holding it on either side with both hands as she went through the motions. "Got it."

Lana's question interrupted Ema's practicing, however. This was something that Ema needed help with, more so than defending herself against the giant rats that roamed the hallways.