[ Sure, he's making a grand display, but she figures that's partly because he's the kind of person to jump out a window like that, so... of course he'd also make a big display when it comes to cleaning. Or maybe that's just how people clean swords?

She adjusts her backpack straps, shaking her head — she hadn't known, she'd been guessing — when what he says about the sword gives her something else to consider. ]

You're a tsukumogami? [ Of a sword. ] I didn't realise you could be in two parts like that. Now I'm really glad you were okay after that fall.

[ Since "you" now encompasses both metal and flesh (???). ]

Your apartment wouldn't let you use the doors either, huh. Has that happened before here?

[ If he... knows... she should really not assume everyone may have been here longer than she has. Let alone has any clue of what was going on. ]