"Shaddap. I sing pretty well. I used to sing a lot until mom made me feel stupid for it," she remarked, grunting as she pushed herself to sit up next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Serve out the food while I get this started? I snagged plates, bowls and cups. No chopsticks this time. Spoons for the soup, napkins for the rest. Gonna eat those sandwiches like real men. Aw yis."

She grinned happily, nudging him gently and setting the D-T on her lap as a controller and giving him a moment with the food. Meanwhile she busied herself lifting her shirt enough to check her bandages, tucking her finger under the edge and sliding it around to smooth wrinkles.

"You want me to fix your bandages later? They didn't look very snug before," she offered. It was a casual question, not mothering in any way. Just one warrior to another pointing out that his first aid left something to be desired. "Musashi does mine so they're pretty tight. Gotta keep shit from shifting too much. Hard to breath sometimes, though. Shit."