"Oh. That." Shito shrugged a little, though the motion was uncomfortable for the burns on his back. The truth was, he didn't like the suggested intimacy of using someone's first name, but he had no other name by which to refer to Homura. Obviously his choice of substitutions had been ill-chosen. "So what am I supposed to call you? It's not like we know each other well enough to be on a first-name basis." ... Except everyone called him by his first name here, anyway, if they weren't using the stupid fake name he'd been given by the staff.

Being careful of the burn on his hip--the three separate burns in three separate places was more frustrating than anything else about the injuries, since it made comfort quite impossible--Shito sat in his desk chair and started on his meal. "And do we have any bandages? I need to wrap my foot up so I can lose the crutches."