Ryūko glared at Robert. She'd known him less than an hour, and he was already pissing her off. She took a breath. "Miss Mikihara?" she asked.

"I myself cannot prevent your loved one's death," she said. "However, you needn't worry. Due to the nature of Witchelny, time flows at a much higher rate than on Earth. At the very most, you will only be gone for a few minutes."

"So nothing to worry about," she said.