Ah, she was crying. Seemed like she was in there for too long of a time for any sane person, huh? A gentle smile creased his features as Zeal lifted up a part of his scarf to wipe away her tears. She looked like a skeleton, a gaunt girl with a green wig. What did she even eat? Sighing, he took Subject A's skinny hand into his own. Too cold for a healthy human. It felt like paper mache, supported by stick-like bones. Yet, considering the power she supposedly have, it would make sense that Academy City would artificially create a physical disadvantage in her.

[b]“Don't worry. It's fine now, princess.”[/b]

Turning back to his partner, Zeal asked, [b]“Oi, Marzia, you want to carry her? I'll go in front, cause I doubt we'll have anything come from behind us at this point. Feel like we should hurry. Nutrition shots don't add much to body mass, I think”[/b]