Yako gave a sympathetic grimace at the pained motion and rifled through her purse once more. Triumphantly, she offered him a small bottle of painkillers. After her first few disasterous encounters with her teammates, she had taken to keeping one with her.
The music was fairly loud; not half the cacophony Flauros had exposed them to, but she still had to wonder what Reno was thinking. Maybe, she surmised, the silence was getting to him. He came off as a fairly social creature after all.
Naoya seemed nice enough. She wondered what his story was, and if she should try to distance herself before she became attached.