Kido follows along, hands stuffed in her pockets. She looks up at the building, thinking about how many injured and sick people could be inside. It's depressing. She tries to ignore it. Hospitals smell weird and they're too bright and she tugs on her hood before she crosses the entrance way to make sure it's covering most of her face.

"So what's the plan?" Kido should just stay quiet. She knows that much. The last two times she was brought on talking prayers, she probably made things worse.