"Actually, they feed us pretty well down here. Food's real delicious for a dungeon! Way better than the gruel of vague origin I was expecting at first," Masumi says, leaning against the wall and doodling in the air with her finger... although if he looks closely, it almost looks like she's trying to imitate the magic Ambrose uses. Huh. "Honestly, I'd really like something else, but I'm pretty sure the guards would freak out if they found it down here with me so it's probably not worth your trouble, haha."

High school girl or not, Masumi had put up a hell of a fight on her way to the cells. She doubted that any of the guards would take kindly to seeing something that even vaguely resembled a weapon in her cell.