Teresa was accepting that he at least knew how this world worked, though she had never heard of Shin Makoku before. She supposed that it was some other world or something, but there was no need to even pretend to understand. If he wanted to explain it better, he could at a later date.

She slipped her blooded legging on her body, before she tossed the sheet aside when she was dressed again. There was still a large red stain and a rip in the material where the white bandages showed. His red face matched her clothing it seemed. "Are you going to be alright with your face that red?"

Rising, she moved to step back into her metal boots, clipping them in place with a routine expertise.