There was something admittedly refreshing about the way that Vantas-kun spoke. And sure, there was definitely a bite in the way he spat out his unusual words -- nook-draggers and hoofbeasts and recuperacoons -- but having someone tell her that all of this has been a waste of time, was a welcome reminder that they'd been going about this all wrong.

It wasn't the time to sit back on their haunches and think, was it? When Ishida-kun was in danger and time was of the essence. But wandering around the first floor getting lost was probably worse, she thought. It wasn't too much of a waste in that sense, doubling back to check Ishida-kun's journal.

Orihime didn't try to push the unspoken point.

"I'm fine," she said plainly, still standing, back straight. Her arms felt heavy holding the book in her hands; she was tired, her ears were buzzing, but she was fine. "I'm just a little clumsy on my feet sometimes... Ah. But I guess we haven't known each other very long, so you wouldn't know. I trip a lot, but I'm durable. Thank you for the concern, though!" And it wasn't like she'd stick her head into any racoons or anything. Poor things.

"Let's go," she insisted, placing Ishida-kun's journal back on the dresser. "Ishida-kun is probably waiting."