He set the cup down and pressed both hands to the sheets, shifting in his seat so he could slouch, drape his arms over his knees. He had his own fair amount of bandages on his person, though the ones to his head were mostly covered by his hair, which now hung down due to the lack of gel on hand. Couldn't slick it back into its usual style without it.

Still, he wondered what she'd been through lately when the Madness hit, when the Witches and their familiars attacked...

"Same. I caught some of the action before I went through that mirror n' ended up here... doesn't look like anybody really knows how to deal with those Witches." He sighed through his nose. The general rule was 'never face them alone' and 'run'... but not a way to defeat them. They were formidable opponents, crafty and relentless. He had to respect their chaotic moxie, even if they were the enemy.

"Even so, I wouldn't mind goin' toe-to-toe with 'em someday, instead of spittin' on one." Not his classiest moment, but Kanji wasn't much of a classy guy to begin with. Still, his action may have saved him from having his morals manipulated in that weird machine.

"Make sure none of this shit happens again, maybe take the fight to 'em." Kanji looked down then, and was a little pink. His stomach twisted in a little knot. He should ask. He should ask...

"There's... s-somethin' I wanna ask." He'd wanted to ask this for a while, but then everything happened. He hoped he wasn't too late.