"Aye..." Niikura sighed heavily. "I know how to cure her too--at least, I'm pretty sure I know what I have to do." He pumped a fist. "We gotta head to the medical wing first thing tonight, Mike-san, before we even start lookin' for her. I want to take care of this as fast as possible, and that means bein' prepared first."

He sat down on a nearby bench and pulled out his chicken sandwich. Rather than dig in automatically, though, the teen regarded it pensively for a few seconds. "By the way, ya don't happen to know anything about bird anatomy, do ya? I carved a chicken once, but y'know, that's not really what I'm gonna be doin' here."