"King-sa-..." Well, that went well. Regan sighed softly and finished her meal, taking note of the bandages that had been left on her desk. Shinobu-san had come by the room, then... returning the bandages? Wouldn't she... want her bra? Unless she went back to her room to change into a new one, she would imagined the girl would want the support. Walking around without a bra was bothersome, especially with the kind of size they have goin' on. She rubbed the side of her chest just thinking about it.

With her meal finished, the young woman rose and gathered the bandages, stowing them away in her bag, with Shinobu's bra. Her sword bag had a number of auxiliary pockets on it, since she constantly has it with her. Having it be only for her sword would be silly, if straight-forward. She slings her bag over her shoulder and gathers her tray. Well, she hoped the girl would get over it, at least. King was cute, and she appreciated her strange accent. It was comforting, in a way. 

But... "King-san... if you don't want people to think or treat you like an idiot, you shouldn't go around addressing people like you /are/ one." Not like the girl could hear her, though. Well, nothing else to do but take her tray to the depository. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left the room, after giving King enough time to get some distance on her. After that, she goes to the roof with a bokken and practices her swings.