[ "Foolish" is not the word that Inaba would use to describe this sad, pitiful situation, but she finds herself placing a hand on her own cheek, sighing. ]

This is honestly kind of sad.

[ Pathetic, really. She can practically taste it on her tongue. ]

The fact that I had to go through the door is a bit... [ Another sigh, as she shrugs her shoulders. ] But I suppose the answer is 'yes'. So? What is it that you want of me?