"I've felt threatened since I got here," Adora mutters, "Maybe not because they want me to be, but because I'm worried they're going to accidentally kill us somehow."

Still, best not to say that part too loud. Might get zapped. She gets another tiny cup of cider for Setsuna and offers it to her new co-worker. Hopefully she's not going to keep coughing up more of that horrible cake.

"You doing OK now?"