[ While there's a faint amount of surprise in the amber eyes that gaze back at him over her shoulder, the medically-inclined half (more than half, really) has her studying him for reasons other than mere shock or curiosity.

There's a certain... pallor to him, a listing that she notes can't be healthy. He's frail. Carries a cane. Unwell, perhaps? He doesn't appear to be someone who ought to be talking rather confidently amidst a horde of demons, but then again, neither does she.

It takes all kinds, after all, Otome reminds herself, though she'll file away her sense of concern regarding him for the time being and glances down at her phone with a smile that might seem out of place at the moment. ]

Thank you for the advice, [ and indeed, her tone is soft and sincere. ]

But I think it might actually do more than anything else I happen to have on me right now.