He was panicking. Lightly, and nervously, but it was clear all the same. She only looked at him calmly. "It's fine. It's realistic for it to all come as a shock." Though she did note his worried expression, and responded to that as well. "Don't be overly concerned for me," she continued. "I've adjusted, and am still adjusting." To the human form, at the least. As for the other subject she had spoken-- "And I'm not overly hopeless here. We were able to overcome the organization in my world." More or less. It was more that Yamaki finally learned what the true enemy was. "So it's more something I'm at ease with. It's something I'm becoming used to," the Digimon said. "The error of human rationalization when it comes to war and weapons."

The evils that men will do, when given the right motivation.

There was a beat of silence, and then she bowed her head apologetically. "I seem to have gotten us off track," she said evenly. "I apologize. My usual offer stands. Anything you're unclear on, I'll answer to the best of my abilities." Her expression shifted to something more congenial. "On this place, my worlds, or my self, if you want."