[Midori moves quickly, dashing over to the simulator as quick as possible despite still being unfortunately barefoot. A quick glance down the topmost vent reveals the flickering glower of weak flames, smelling like melting plastic and singed metal.]
[She only hesitates for a second before sticking her hand directly on top of the vent, casting bufu after bufu. The fledgling flames hiss and steam joins the smoke, rising upward -- but as the ice forms a base along the circuits, the flames slowly extinguish.]
[--tired, dizzy. Midori's hand curls around the edge of the simulator, trying to keep upright despite how heavy her legs feel.] It's okay! It's... okay.