"Temporarily disabled, not useless." Ginia's signs are firm. "You got some hits in, you took a hit. Happens to all of us."

Her head tilts toward elsewhere in the office.

"Come on, let's get some snacks."

The floors themselves are very large, but with the reduced numbers of shinki, everyone still ends up congregating in the same areas. The break room Ginia dropped off the food at has a steady stream of shinki gathered around the packages of cookies, sliced fresh fruit, and broken up pieces of chocolate.