... So many rooms. Too many rooms. Orihime was starting to think the place as less of an asylum, and more of one of those themed hotels that Tatsuki-chan had told her about, once upon a time ago. It would've been fun then, perhaps, going on an adventure to save Ishida-kun -- then she'd come back to her room in the middle of the night, to find her bed made and a mint chocolate sitting dead-center on her pillow.

The sweet thought of it made her sick.

She was still swaying, but it was easy enough to hide with her small, careful steps. Easy enough not to think about it, too, considering the fact that her curiosity was piqued; seedflaps and fluid injectors and...

"Oh." A little bit like an afterthought. "We didn't catch your name."