Ichigo curls up into a ball, taking sharp fast breaths, trying her hardest not to go into another fit.  If it was Sanro, he'd speak, wouldn't he?  But he didn't have a katana...  And she knew that<em>crest</em>, somewhere...  But being practically nude, almost hysterical, snapped out of her fugue and covered in blood from her waist down was not exactly the best conditions for a girl to think at all.<br/><br/>In Korean, she mutters "Oh, fuck it" before letting out a racking scream.