[The swiftness of her work speaks to her skill, especially considering the lack of amenities. Maybe she could have been a contender for Hope's Peak in her time. There had been another student whose talent was nursing, but what little Fukawa remembers of them was...unpleasant.]

So it's th-the miracle of life for you? [She grimaces. Flexes her fingers, testing the sting of the wound.] I sh-should have guessed. Beautiful people have the luxury of staying optimistic. The world seems a brighter place when everyone is t-tripping over themselves to pamper you.

[Even if she's seen evidence to the contrary in spades, it's a hard belief to dislodge. She's met pretty folks with plenty of hardship and an ocean's worth of bitterness. It's just that things still work out for them in some measure. Forgiveness always comes easier when the person begging for it has a winsome smile.

Or a big rack. You could get away with murder if you're packing a D cup.]

Still. Why did they need our blood to let us out? It c-can't be just to check our blood type. [Not that that was a likely theory in any situation.] You don't buy this curse crap, do you?