While he's looking down at her leg, she's looking down at his arm. The one attached to the hand she's currently holding. You know... that one. But it still doesn't deter her. She runs the hoodie-sleeve-covered hand that isn't being held over the scar and smiles back at him. "Sure. I'll try anything, but I'm telling you, I can't-- I mean I've tried before." A bunch of times. This isn't the first Inari dream. "But yeah, okay, you're the expert."

And she really does want to get out of here. Preferably before the kitsune shows up.