[ The mention of food immediately gets a ping of genuine excitement. No matter how dire the circumstances or distraught she may seem, Himeka almost always is ready to accept something to eat. (Really, not having her seemingly impossibly large saddlebag with a ridiculous amount of coffee biscuits is a weird feeling.) ]

My name is Himeka, and I will amend my statement...I would gladly take anything edible off your hands.

[ The sway of her tail accelerates for a few beats.

And, of course, she will likewise happily take the optimism offered--once they get out. All of them.

She lowers her voice again. ]

Before or after a successful exit.