[ The question catches her off-guard and for a moment Nanako stares at that door, a wistful expression on her face.

And then she shakes her head, fixing Fuujin with a determined look. Homura might notice her hand being squeezed just a little bit tighter, as if that's helping give her the strength to find the right answer here. ]

I wouldn't go. I'm not done here. I miss my dad, but I'm here for a reason and I wanna help. Besides, my daddy will understand. He knows how important a job is when someone needs your help. He has a job like that, too.