[Fukawa raises one brow to her hairline. What a cavalier attitude to take. Was he really so clueless about the mess they were in? At his age?

Despicable. If he wasn't putting on a so-called brave face for her sake, then he was a pure idiot.]

Th-they probably drugged us. Isn't that obvious? [That's more or less what happened last time. And even if the demands are mild, Fukawa can see too many parallels for comfort. It's only a matter of time before it becomes Kill Your Friends if You Want to Escape.

That weird dream had to be a smokeshow. There's no such thing as curses, and oddball or not she can't believe this guy is anything more than a hapless weirdo, just as lost as she. There's nothing supernatural about it. Just a run of the mill psychopath with time to kill and more resources than you could shake a stick at. End of story.]

Good. [She folds her arms, suddenly feeling quite pleased with herself. Usually people just told her to shut up, close her mouth so her breath wouldn't poison them, move fifty metres back before they call security. (The last two were usually Togami.) Perhaps she's gained an air of authority after all she's been through? Wouldn't that be delicious.] I'll check the bathroom. I doubt th-there's anything worth using here, but you can t-take another look.

[With that, she slinks into the bathroom.

After some small time rummaging, she emerges with a travel-sized bottle of shampoo and conditioner each.]

I'm n-not sure which has the better consistency, I mixed them with a little water to help, but. Here. [She shoves the bottles at Stede.] You do it.