"Umm.

"Ummmmmm do you want me to play this, or are you letting me play it?" is the phrasing she settles on.

"I am letting you play it. If you want to just sit, you can."

"Yes, ma'am."  She delicately passes the phone back and folds her hands in her lap.  "...You could play it, if you want to."

"I might play something else, if you don't have any questions for me?"

"Umm.  Should I not say anything at all in front of Yoshio-san, or just not be loud.  Can she understand English?"

"I don't know how much English she understands - it's a normal school subject here but people remember different amounts of it. If you have something very important to say, of course you may say it even once she's with us, it's just that many of the things that could be her backlash would make it uncomfortable so it would be best to avoid it if it's not very important."

"Thank you, ma'am.  I understand."

They have a kind of a long wait. Takuma-san plays a game on her phone and reads and replies to some of her texts which are all in Japanese.

Kennedy enjoys watching this game significantly more than she did playing the other one.

What a funny kid.

Eventually Yoshio-san, who has on scrubs under a white coat but also is wearing enough medical sensors of her own to look like a misplaced intensive care patient, comes out and smiles affably enough at Kennedy and talks to Takuma-san in Japanese. Finally she looks at Kennedy very seriously. Then she talks to Takuma-san some more and leaves.

"Yoshio-san can't find any psychic traces on you," says Takuma-san, brow furrowed.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that either the dungeon monster that did this to you was very thorough... or something else happened.

"Kennedy-chan, sometimes, not very often but sometimes, monsters can look just like human beings."

"Oh, I'm not a monster."

"It is not a very good explanation. There is not a dungeon I know about anywhere near Tokyo with monsters that look like humans, lately. But there is one thing it would explain that you being a teleported and psychically altered little girl would not explain, which is what Yoshio-san told me. We may be able to get a second opinion, but espers are rare, psychics rarer, and they cannot work as long as a normal worker because of their backlash, so they are expensive."

"Okay... should I write a thank-you note to Yoshio-san?"

"You can if you would like. For now... there is the question of where to put you."

"Swan-san has been very kind to me," she says pretty quickly.

"Swan-san seems like a lovely person. I would need to ask her if she has space for you, but I can do that if you were getting along very well and you would like to stay there?"

"...I don't think she has space for me....."

"So it might be that for you to stay with her and her son the government's Dungeon Occurrence Fund would need to pay her to move to a bigger apartment, but perhaps she'd be fine with this."

"She might be!"

"Now... it does not make a lot of sense for you to be a monster. You might not be. But if you were, there would be a risk that the dungeon you came from might come near enough to control you."

"Ummmmmmm.  I am not a monster.  I would be able to tell."

"Maybe you would be. But would Swan-san?"

"Ummmm..."