"Soma," Meche greeted the girl with a smile. She kept up the spinning--it would probably still be a stretch to call her technique good, but at least she didn't have to focus so hard anymore on what she was doing that she couldn't talk. "How are you holding up after last night? Are you feeling all right?"

She hadn't been able to see how bad Soma's injuries were before they were knocked out, and the coat would be hiding any bandages she was still wearing tonight. If she'd been shot, it couldn't have been too badly, since she seemed to be moving all right, but still... Meche wondered if Soma should really be going all the way out to the ruins after that fight.

Not that saying that would be likely to change Soma's mind for a second, so Meche kept her misgivings to herself and kept twirling the spear as she waited to hear the response.