[Naoto hefts up the wooden practice sword, experimentally slashing it through the air once or twice before letting it rest at her side. She can't help but frown. It's so different, the weight, the length, the shape - it's like someone cut off her arm and handed her another. She doesn't put it back though. Instead, she shifts into a few familiar positions before launching herself into a imaginary battle. It's not her sword, but she has to get used to it.]
[CLOSED to Nill]
[Finally entering the shelter rooms she shares with Nill, a little tired, but not too tired to check up on her roommate. She saw her responses to the supposed bomb threat, so she can't help but worry a little.] Nill?