Haruka listened to all this, eyes turned blankly at the ceiling for the longest time.

Finally, she slowly closed her eyes. Her hand felt for her chest - physically uninjured, even if her head wouldn't stop spinning - before she pushed herself into a sitting stance but she had to stay still for a few moments to orient herself and get over the urge to puke. She felt area in front of her for where she had dropped her cane, her hand missing it several times before she found that it had rolled further than she expected. When she found it, she clutched it hard, relying on it to help her keep her balance as she tried standing. Her body screamed at her and her chest still burned for some reason but she was up.

Turning her head in Yachiyo's general direction, she sounded normal but that aura from earlier hadn't completely gone away,

"If this is a draft, when and how do we get a discharge?"