[ Well, it's good to know that he can manage to get up on his own at least. Not to mention that he seems to be his usual self - or at least, the 'self' that was created by Tsumugi and the others in that fake reality game show... not that she hadn't already figured it out the moment that he called her by that nickname that, strangely enough, she actually liked.

It made her heart swell in ways she thought it never would.

Not that she'd ever admit that openly to him, of all people. ]

Do you want to die?

[ It's spoken a little halfheartedly than usual, although for some reason, she almost instinctively leans into that touch for a moment before she realizes what she's done and takes a quick step away from him. She'd punch him, normally, but that probably wouldn't be good for his health right now.

So she simply just gives him a look that's a little frustrated as her two hands rest atop her head, fingers laced together, her cheeks slightly pink as her crimson red eyes narrow to show just how frustrated she really is.

She hates it, how easily affectionate he is with her. She hates that she can't truly hate him, regardless of what she saw. Once he asks if the others are here, Maki finally lets out the heavy breath that she didn't think that she was holding, shifting her eyes away in a manner that makes her seems a little uncomfortable.

But she's finally rid of the flush in her cheeks. Maybe he won't comment on it... not to mention that he's right about one thing. She truly is happy to see him again. More than she can ever express or tell him. And it's that fact that she finds her hands by her sides again as she clenches her hands, the one holding the pill trembling slightly. ]

I... haven't seen Saihara or the others so far. I assume you haven't seen them either. It's fine if they aren't here. If they're not here, then they're probably safe, at least.

[ That's a good thing. She wants to think so, anyway. ]