Yeah, I'd call that good. [ Which is more than she can say for the bin of toys she peers inside before walking away from with a faint scowl on her face, even as she internally mulls over every detail. ]

So the fact that I've been stuck here for so long just confirms I've got a lot of stuff to do when I get back home?

[ She tries for another bin, this time pulling out an antique metal lighter, which she flicks the flint on to see if it lights, before holding the flame up to better look over at Hiyori through the dimly lit space. ]

And all this sex is changing my fate?

[ This is all good to know, but, this is how she processes. Dryly pouring over the issue, using sarcasm to pull on the threads of the issue, looking for a way in – or at least a way to wrap her head around this and figure out what this really means for her and everyone else here. ]

Anything else that might send me into a philosophical crisis?