[. . . there's a snappy remark on the tip of her tongue-- uho, so if I had wandered off to the jungle instead, you wouldn't be here right now, is that it? how easily the threads of fate can be broken!-- but. she swallows it before the words can leave her mouth]

[for some reason]

[instead, she drops her hand to the knife in her lap, carefully running her fingers over the handle. it's still not her weapon of choice, and she finds herself thinking that Rokurou would be disappointed by its quality. but even so, something has been on her mind, so as much as she'd like to get rid of the weapon. . . maybe she should hang onto it. for a specific purpose]

Hey, you know. I was thinking.

[tugs her hat back down over her eyes as she talks]

When Cindy went into the jungle the other day, she lost something.

I think I'm going to go get it back for her.