[color=8493ca]"I will."[/color] Nuime replied courtly, her shoulders sinking slightly in response to Ronald's stare and advice. It was difficult to tell if her cheeks gained its colour from the baking heat, or if she felt embarrassed having her own concern mirrored. Roland, however, would likely be able to sense the latter. The colour only seemed to spread further as Cassie got closer, far too close for her comfort zone, which admittedly probably was too large. [color=8493ca]"I'm s-..."[/color] She caught herself, pressing her lips into a thin line as held her tongue from apologizing once again. Instead, her reply continued as if she hadn't spoken up at all.

[color=8493ca]"I've heard nothing so far in regards to villains or accidents. Especially none that I could assist in beyond mere observation. The most I've done today is create a few hats for those that needed it. I was taking today to... Uhm. Relax a little and wander around instead of being on active duty. I didn't want to stress out Watamote-sama by sitting around idly, he seemed a bit..."[/color] There was a pause in her speech as Nuime struggled to find a word polite enough to describe the behavior. During her pause, she would once again try to settle the now-haystack of white on her head, with little success. [color=8493ca]"...Bothered."[/color] The stitched woman concluded, though evidently didn't seem too pleased with her (self-perceived) rude choice of words.

She would fumble around with her half-empty bottle after that, fiddling with the plastic cap as if she was considering if the warm water inside was worth the taste to drink. Her dry throat eventually persuaded her to drink, though, backed up her her senior's prior request. If only she'd been born with an ice-based Quirk to cool down beverages when needed. A convenient Quirk like that was always useful, she thought.