Alas, Hibiki already feels stabbed: by the thorns lining this bitter path she has been allotted, riding a train full of idiots through a headache factory. Thus distracted, she grunts, trying not to be overwhelmed and failing.

“My...limit....”

The bright side: she might free Little One when all the tension leaves her body, sliding down to the floor.

The flip side: She’s passed out.