"Works for me," Rina returned weakly, tilting her head upside down to peer at Genma sprawled behind her. Her shoulderblades protested at the movement and she flopped back, feeling her burning muscles stretch out and melt into the smooth boards like butter. "After all this, I think the coffee's my treat from now until... oh, sometime mid next century," she informed the vaulted ceiling with a grin.

The floor was about as comfortable as any bed she'd ever been in--and she'd been in a fair few--but muted rattlings from Genma's general direction spurred her to join him in reluctant motion. Ignoring the sharp stinging in her scored thigh for the moment, she pushed herself up and began to rifle through densely stocked shelves, collaborating with Genma in a brief and weary search for a teapot.

It turned out, there actually was a teapot, along with some entirely decent Kumo leaf and a handful of better than average ration bars. Patching themselves up came first, of course, using the hot water to cleanse wounds caked thick with grime and pine needles. But after that, with anesthetic cream smoothing down the sharp edges of her aches and a cup of fragrant, blissfully hot tea cupped between her twined fingers, she almost felt like she could breathe again.

"The seals on these bunkers are good, right?" She murmured the question into the curling steam of her cup, darting her eyes up to glance at Genma. She knew they were, had even set up some of them herself in the tree-bound hideouts around Fire Country. And every sore inch of abraded flesh was telling her that she didn't need to go back outside to check. But the shock of waking up to chill metal shearing through her protections still seared under her skin like the breaking of a trust, and she had to ask. Somehow, she thought it would help if she heard it from him.