[She considers that.]

I didn't mean my rhetorical skills. They've already attacked us.

[This isn't the affected, cheerful nonchalance that Fuu would normally use to describe some kind of dangerous event. She sounds as emotionally invested in it as she does about having run out of milk.]

I'm not sure why Windam hasn't gone back to his pocket dimension. [She looks up at him. Inasmuch as he indicates any feeling, it looks like he's soaking in the sun's rays.] He isn't talkative.