To say that the past few hours have been challenging is an understatement, but at least Nagisa is still here and willing to listen.
And ask questions.
Lots of questions.
But M seems content to answer every one in detail and despite my best friends's heroic efforts to find inconsistencies, Nagisa seems more frustrated that it keeps adding up than anxious about being under Strawberry's apparently considerable power. I know Nagi better than anyone. When she senses there's something hidden, she'll stop at nothing to find it. Her instincts are rarely wrong. But when they are, it can be challenging because you can never prove a negative. She'll just keep looking until she works herself sick over it.
Despite her initial doubtful looks at the food, once she takes a bite of the delicious omelette (with real eggs and cheese) she digs in with enthusiasm. Still, between bites, she's still asking how they manage it all, asking questions that likely will keep us here all day answering...if not longer. in the meantime, Athos is who knows where and I'm getting no closer to the answer of who wants us dead.
"Nagi," I say once I'm done eating what little I needed to be sated. Nagisa is much larger than me and also tends to eat slower, so she's still attacking some sliced apples when I speak. "How about we let your worries about Strawberry simmer a bit while we go take a look at the remains of the warehouse to see if you can find any clues the rest of us missed? Also, I'm really interested to find out what you can come up with in the 'trix on the clinic you sniffed out before things went boom."
