That was one thing that was good, then, she thought. With the multitudes of people that vanished, finding one you knew could be seen as something of a relief. Renamon herself hadn't seen Badou for a few days. With the events of the past nights, she should probably make an effort to. It was possible he had heard something about those trials, and before then... Hm. She would have to see if he was free.

"It was nothing at all," the Digimon replied lightly. A simple confirmation of existence gave nothing for effort, though she knew that that reassurance was worth much to some, herself included. At the mention of her injuries, Renamon shook her head once. If the evidence from Nunnally pointed to anything, the eye would heal in time. "There's been worse," she offered dryly. "I'll be fine. I was simply assisting another." Here, in fact. How this place produced such mixed feelings in the Digimon. Her mien didn't change, but she acknowledged the joke, tone lighter. "I'll have to hope I don't need an eyepatch."

While she was speaking with the man, she would at least ask. From Beelzemon's words, not only had she and Nunnally experienced the doors opening into strange places. There was no harm in broaching it. "How was your night?"