[ Maruki follows, hand at his back, the heavy fog of his mind clearing further with each step.

Just inside the mushroom, he turns to look at Odasaku, expression buttoning back up. ]

I'm okay, really. Sorry. Just– not used to guns! [ The laugh that forces its way out is short, self-effacing. ] You'd think they'd be more common here, but everyone seems to fight in other ways...