The sheet did not bring much comfort to the girl adorning white. The scenario seemed like it would play out flawlessly in her head, that for some reason this circle of togetherness would get her to utter a word of... anything. But it seems to have caused nothing but hysteria, discomfort, and a strange feeling even her breastplate is the smallest out of the three. But that is unimportant, the task at hand is to get this seemingly random girl to talk. The mission seems like it is already heading for failure, but failure is not an option! It-<br/>While her mind drifted, she leaned back inside the sheet. Because the integrity of it was already damaged severely, and the sheer mass of the bare-but-large-chested foreigner was insurmountable, the sheet tore leaving Sigrun's back to plop to the ground with a thud. Her facial expression doesn't change (It rarely ever does.) as she lays there for a moment, again lost in plot for what she could do to solve the problem at hand. It also didn't help that the day was pretty nice, so a bit of sky-gazing was also adding to her time on the ground.