[i]Think about the raid party? How? I don't know what the hell i'm doing[/i] Suki thought to herself, watching Umichi go. she tried desperately not to let her doubt, her worries show, but she didn't know how well she succeeded. 

She sighed heavily, and looked around at the others. She started to make a list in her mind of their strengths and weaknesses. She knew hers. Leaning more towards the quick, and perhaps less powerful attacks, she was incorporating acrobatics and speed into her attacks, for quick, darting and damaging blows. But that left her vulnerable. Not training her strength much, she wasn't able to wear heavy armor, nor was she able to put the strength behind attacks for more serious blows. 

Timi was small. She was perhaps the lowest level of them, and she worked with a short sword. The girl had spunk, and a toughness to her, but all in all, she was just a little girl. Still, ,she had survived with Yui, and had survived the town, being in the wild, and had reached here, well before their group had. So that was something. 

Paka...was more just plain strength, clearly aiming at protecting everyone and drawing monsters to him. Suki knew they could use that. 

She didn't know Ayame's fighting style much, nor did she know Fujiwara's, and that was a problem in on itself. They definitely needed to work more together as a team. They could take a day, couldn't they? Whether in side the boss's labyrinth or out, they could take a day and train together. 

She sighed heavily, clearly in her own thoughts. she was worried she would fail them all. Worried she wouldn't be strong enough, quick enough, smart enough. Worried she would lead them all into death. She rose, starting to pace, trying to organise her thoughts in her head, but she couldn't. They just kept on swimming around there, creating a whirl pool of confusing thoughts. She needed paper, and pen. She needed to be able to write it all down, to see it, to feel the paper in her hand, yet she didn't have any paper, nor a pen, and the PM wouldn't do what she wanted it to do. She knew she could talk to anyone, sort out her thoughts like that, but...that would just make her believe even more that she was failing them. 

She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She looked up as Umichi entered, managed a smile, but went back to pacing.