[ It's alright, would be the easy response, wouldn't it? Yet it's not right at all, because it's not alright at all. Still, there's a feeling of utter vacancy in Shoko's nerves, afforded to her by the nicotine, by the way all she can really feel is the way the smoke burns through her throat and her lungs. ]

...At our school - the one Gojo and I go to - we're trained to deal with shit like this. Not zombies, but... spirits, that kind of thing. But... still, this isn't anything like any of that.

[ She sighs, pressing a hand through her hair. ]

I don't really get sent out on missions, anyway. Man, this sucks. I'm sorry you've been dealing with it, too, Henry-san.