[ The very idea of this having happened before seems to make her frown more pronounced, or perhaps it was that things are getting worse. Her answer is quick; she shakes her head. ]

Not to my knowledge.

[ And it takes effort not to imagine how much worse things have yet to get. It doesn't bear thinking about. ]

But I haven't been here nearly as long as a lot of other people. They'd be better to ask.

[ If, you know, any of them were around. As much as she was trying to mentally avoid the subject, it comes up anyway; after a moment's hesitation, she asks, ]

Do... you think it'll get worse?

[ She knows better than to think Naoto's likely to have a proper answer for that - it was more impulse than anything. She is afraid, truly, though she keeps it in check well. It just-- isn't so unusual to find oneself grasping at straws when in such a state. ]