[ she doesn't know this woman too well, as much as she wants to. but she has seen enough of her to get a few ideas already. the tension in her shoulders, tight and worn from a daily life of hunting and danger, is easing up - maybe not trust, but understanding?

the smile, the flush on himiko's face... they're soft. genuine. happy. ]

Well, yeah. That's a hero's job, right? [ she flashes a thumbs up. ] Hey, hey, why don't you tell me some of the things people can do to help around here? I can hunt if I've gotta, but my Quirk isn't exactly suited for it...

[ and also drinking that blood might turn her into a monster. that part's an issue too. ]