Mitsui watched the young girl head down the stairs. If he hadn't caught the stammer of his voice, he would have mistaken her for brave. As things turned out, he had to assume she was putting up a front after the way she hid behind him and continued to seem nervous. A moment passed before he found his steps following her's. His master would not want to see a young girl like her in danger. Neither would he. He would make it his mission for the time being to protect her. After all, a Meister without a Weapon was next to useless. Killing her would be like killing an unarmed man. It was dishonorable and distasteful, regardless of her age.

Besides, the witches were fleeing. I doubt they would care if one young student escaped like this.

Following his misunderstandings, he looked over towards the girl, taking in her form. The pale pink hair that fell about her shoulders had a certain charm to it, as did the rest of her form. Well, for a student anyway. He glanced away, staring ahead of him as he realized where his gaze had fallen and the thoughts crossing his mind. "So what is a Meister doing this far out with her Weapon?" he asked softly, deciding to get some information while he was stuck here with her. He was incorrect, of course, but he saw no reason why a Weapon would be alone. He had heard of such a thing happening, but Weapons were typically more versatile than an ordinary human, at least doing something to hold their own when by themselves. Thus, he assumed she must be a Meister to be so insecure about her own safety.