"Hey, we have to start somewhere!"

"Yep, yeah, you know how many personal trainers are just making it up as we go along? It's a social skill more than any, like, nutrition or physiology beyond common sense! And then eventually you really do know your stuff."

"We do a thing where we go along with more experienced dungeoneers at first, do you do that?"

"There's classes and a cert. And you gotta be in decent shape yourself. But like if you pay attention in PE they're not hard."

"I was always terrible in PE, because before my awakening I had dyspraxia."

"Oh dang, that's awful! ...Depends on which school you go to, too, some teachers just stink and some schools are better funded than others."

(Dive bomber!)

Blam blam blam.

"Yeah, I leaned on my mom for help, she's a teacher and knows people, I usually just did yoga or something while everyone else played basketball."

"Y-yeah-" She stares at the crash, then shakes it off. "Some people'd consider that a lil consolation prize for the dyspraxia and some would hate it even more, I know I would. Did your school never do the, like, five minute lectures during warmup stretches?"

"Not that I recall, what do they lecture about?"

"Might have been just us then? Mr. Mason would tell us about nutrition and repetitive stress injuries and stuff at the start of class."

"Useful information, if it's accurate."

"It was pretty good. Maybe I just had the best teacher, gosh I should write him a thank-you letter when I get out!"

"My mom always likes getting notes from old students, I'm sure he'd love it."

"So, hey, how you doing, I was in a dungeon that made me do a five-kay and it reminded me of you- Not in the bad way!" She snickers.

"It'd stand out, I bet. Here's the exit, you go have a nice rest now."

And then he brushes hands with Teddy and is sprinting off to find the next conveyor-belt person.

Teddy feeds him sense-of-direction as usual. Possibly more frequently. And there's a bit of chagrin leaking.

Second conveyor belt person is a firefighter, very aware and cooperative with all the procedures and also physically fit.

That's so lucky and he will rush the guy out and go for the last one in a hurry.

Last one is just some office worker and is worse off. He'd like to be carried, thank you, feels like his legs are giving out on him... 

Absolutely, he can ride piggyback so Haru can still shoot, here's some water, they'll be out in a jiffy, he's so sorry about the wait.

Oh water is amazing when you're dehydrated.

Freakin' dungeons, man.

Dungeons suck!

Okay with that guy out they can slow down, right, it might grab more people but not fast enough they shouldn't take a break.

The support team thinks they can take a little break, yeah. If nobody else appears to be on a conveyor belt.

"No, nobody else." Everyone hates him for not noticing it sooner. He needs to ..... to guide Haru so they can leave sooner? That sounds right. Even though Haru wishes he had a different partner.