[ Satisfied that she's being listened too, her expression eases as bit, taking the bag from her and immediately hoisting it up on her tiny shoulders. Her goal isn't to hit her while she's down, after all, so soon as she relents, Hella lets go of the majority of the tough guy act, shrugging. ]

It's nothing. This is just a shitty situation... you don't need to push that hard. Especially not for that fucking scientist.

[ Who is the main person at fault for this, as far as she's concerned. If Hella had things her way, she'd purposefully sabotage delivering this stupid thing and find some other way to get home. But, alas. They're being forced to go through with this, so the best she can do is drag her name through the mud and let Suzuha know that none of this is her fault. She's being plenty strong enough just by enduring. ]

I was actually looking for you, you know.

[ Which comes out a bit quieter than anything else she's said, almost as if she's feeling bashful about it. She digs into one of her oversized coat pockets to produce a G*torade bottle she scavenged from the old husk of Targét, twisting open the cap for her before offering it. It's the blue flavor! And was mercifully sealed before all this, so it should taste fine. It's also the only one she was able to find, but giving it to Suzuha is such an easy decision she hadn't thought about it for more than a second. ]

...Chief always told me this stuff is good for picking you back up.