[ Akira steps forward, a little in front of Akechi, to try and save him from quite such intense scrutiny. ]

Think you can figure anything out?

[ Futaba looks at Akechi very intently, and then looks at Akira and nods. ] 「 If there's anything to figure out, I'll figure it out! 」[ She leans a little further forward, looking Akechi up and down. ] 「 How do you feel? Any pain? Headaches? Weird connections to the MetaVerse? Bleeding masks? 」

[ Helpfully, Akira offers: ] We can't move more than a few feet away from each other.

[ There's a deeply beleaguered sigh from Sojiro as he finally processes why Akira isn't in his school uniform and what this means. ]