"Yeah. I'll have a break now," because fuck going back into that hell right now, "but if you're still around later, then... I think I will."

Nod.

"Thank you for your service. I'm here to help however I can."

"Thank you, too, Ms. Fugimura." And off she goes to hang out with her partner and not think about Nightmare at all, like Hana told her.

Two more teams rotate out of the dungeon, each bringing one more victim out: a woman who was in a car accident that left her hospitalised for six months, and a man who was kicked out by his parents as a teenager for being gay and had to do survival sex work until he managed to find his feet and who... honestly has a lot more than just the one nightmare. That man actually leaves the dungeon nonverbal and doesn't even nod or shake his head in response to prompts, he just stares vacantly at whoever talks to him.

... okay. So, the second man is a hard one. She has never actually had to deal with someone that's this nonverbal and unresponsive before.

"Sir," she says, carefully and clearly, after nibbling on her lip and approximately drowning in anxiety, hoping the translation software isn't going to butcher this, "if you would like the pain to stop, take my hand."

She holds it out to him.

He blinks at her words again.

He doesn't look at her hand.

He has a soft not-quite-smile on his face, emptily dissociating, and he accepts her hand.

That is (probably?????) enough consent to work from to, well. Gently smother his current emotional state with something like, but not quite exactly like, a copied state-of-what-he-had-been-before, with a bit more weight towards calm and safe and everything is okay. She doesn't aim for happy, obviously; she could, but that'll be so jarring the patient will probably have some kind of emotional whiplash.

Still, it's very obvious and very strange, to suddenly have one's emotional state just - flipped like that. Like a switch that's in his brain.

"If you let go of my hand it will stop," she says, just as clearly as before. Please, translation software, don't butcher this. (aaaaaaa this isn't enough consent for her comfort aaaaa she's being a bad scary psychic esper she was so stupid for not thinking of this in advance -)

The smile on his face starts to slowly hollow out over a few seconds and then he pulls his hand away all at once and starts looking around like he's only just now noticing where he is.

He probably is.

Okay, intermediary, help. Check to see if he knows where he is now. She requests this with her words to the person that is supposed to be doing the talking. Hana is going to close her eyes and try not to... freak the fuck out... about maybe doing a nonconsensual forced emotional change, which is going to be a lot to ask of herself, actually.

(She is not qualified! She is not qualified!!!! No one should have this kind of power over anyone's brain!!!!! She probably fucked this guy up for life, or ruined her esper reputation for her life, or or or or or -)

"—sir, do you know where you are? Do you remember what happened?"

"I, I," he looks around and stops when he sees the dungeon portal through the slight opening on the tent. "I was in a dungeon? But—"

"You were taken by a dungeon that preys on people's memories—"

Yeah he's not listening again, he's—remembering—

"Would you like some time alone?"

"My husband. Is, is he—did the dungeon—"

"He's waiting outside. Would you—"

He stands up abruptly and immediately strides out of the tent.

She messed everything up she messed everything up she messed everything up it is all terrible she is the worst she is slime she is worth less than the dirt on the ground she's wasting everyone's time she's hurting people she's wrong and bad and awful and the world would be better with her gone because she's such a fucking idiot and she hates herself and -

- Hana is sitting there quietly, eyes closed.

Xavier sits on the chair in front of her. "Ms. Fugimura, how can I help you?"

She needs to stop existing she needs to stop she needs to never do anything else ever again she needs everyone to leave her alone so she can be allowed to cry she needs her old partner back she needs -

"I - need procedures. Um - in cases of someone who is catatonic or unable to consent. I think I should not touch another case like this until - somebody else, not me, please - figures out procedures for me to follow to avoid doing something bad."

(TOO LATE she already has because she's the WORST -)

She nods. "Do you need a break, food, water? How's your backlash doing?"

"Um." Can't trust her brain it's almost always screaming incorrect data, wait she has a procedure for this.

She holds up her left hand and looks at it. Is it shaking?

It is not.

"Backlash is manageable," she says, even though everything is horrible and she's the worst and she wishes for the nearby awful dungeon to swallow her up so she's allowed to turn her own emotions off it would be so easy who cares if it's counterproductive it sucks right now. "Water sounds good."

She can bring Hana some water, then, as well as, "Mr. Jung—the man from earlier—went home with his husband. His husband thanked you on his behalf."

Nodnod.

(It means nothing she didn't manage to touch any of the parts that were really traumatizing - she just brain blasted a guy to feel better of course he feels better he didn't consent and also his husband doesn't even know what she did and -)

"Is there anyone else waiting on me?" she asks, because that's important information to know before anything else.

"There are no more victims at the moment, but there are espers on a team that's about to go in who have expressed interest in your services."