Getting startled would have been an understatement for Nuime as she was addressed, her body tensing up for the briefest of moments before rational thought kicked back in. The piece of patchwork did of course recognize the voice, towards whom she turned her eyes and attention immediately. But that was it, for the next several seconds at least as she tried to formulate a response that wasn't just random mumblings. Both the heroes she stood faced with received first and foremost an apologetic bow, strands of white shifting around like a loose curtain from her head. [color=8493ca]"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that I wanted to leave you. It was just a fleeting thought."[/color] She responded in a calm and even tone, with no hints of her prior surprise.

Nuime stood straight once more, crystal-blue eyes averting awkwardly from the pair as her hand was brought towards her face, struggling somewhat to settle her hair again with the newspaper taking up three of her five fingers. It did serve to passively shield herself from the two, though, a gesture she was known to do when she felt exposed. [color=8493ca]"Uhm, if I may... I think the same of the weather. Have both of you been drinking sufficient amounts of water today?"[/color] Concern would sneak its way into her voice, however little it actually showed. The sweater-clad girl, while not being the most verbal about it, did hold great respect for her respective superiors and senior heroes. Particularly Roland himself, along with his Quirk, were held in high regard for the medical properties it had. Easy points for one who grew up in a family of doctors and similarly talented Quirk users.