She seems relieved that the damage isn't as bad as it looks, or at least that it's not effecting him much beyond aesthetically. Honestly though, if prodded, Five would admit the look is kind of neat, anyway.
Then, with a small look of wonder, she repeats after him, in a curious voice, "A YoRHa Number 9 Type-S model...? Huh. I've never heard of that. Where I'm from we've got more like... entertainment models or diplomatic models, and they're usually given names. Like Wendy, or..." Her voice goes softer, a hint of something like nostalgia or reverence, her gaze dropped to the side for the moment when she adds: "Arrian."
Grief. It's grief. She's quick to cover it up with a smile though, and the smallest of shrugs as a silent almost-apology for her unexplained lapse into sadness there.
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Then, with a small look of wonder, she repeats after him, in a curious voice, "A YoRHa Number 9 Type-S model...? Huh. I've never heard of that. Where I'm from we've got more like... entertainment models or diplomatic models, and they're usually given names. Like Wendy, or..." Her voice goes softer, a hint of something like nostalgia or reverence, her gaze dropped to the side for the moment when she adds: "Arrian."
Grief. It's grief. She's quick to cover it up with a smile though, and the smallest of shrugs as a silent almost-apology for her unexplained lapse into sadness there.