[ It's a compelling glimpse of something well crafted, gone even before she blinks and what he says registers. Now she knows. Now she even looks a bit worried — ]

And you just went flying out the window — is it difficult for you to break?

[ Swords are probably supposed to be strong, but how strong, she doesn't know. Paired with no idea about stress break points or ... anything concrete, other than a whisper in the back of her mind about making good, longlasting, strong swords in Japan because of course we do. Right.

She takes his word on the subject of this not happening before. It's... concerning, considering the results, but what can she say? She had at least been equipped for heading out to school when things went crazy this morning. ]

Um, I played dodge with the door. It'd slide open, then try to shut on me, then open again. It actually caught my ponytail the first time, since I was turning around to get something I'd almost forgotten. [ Namely her notebook. She reaches back and rubs her head in sympathetic memory. ] I had to figure out the timing and managed to get outside, but then it stayed closed after that. I can't get back in, not even to the building.