Ichigo is breathing shallowly, apparently winded from the walk and looking rather miserable.  Once she gets to the middle of the walkway, she just plops down unceremoniously on her knees, breathing heavily.  "I'm not -gasp- walking anymore until -gasp- I stop feeling like -gaassssp- like I am going to<em>die</em>."<em>It shouldn't have taken me this long to be so short of breath, shouldn't it?  One of the other girls is worse than me, but she can go for longer...</em><br/><br/>She keeps breathing, and things just began to quietly click, making sense.  She knew that the dolls, if made properly, didn't need air, food, or water, and she was half-doll... Her mind got distracted again with curiosities of what she could do.  Other concerns were in her head, but knowing she was half of what she wanted to make?  Maybe it would give her a clue on how to make her own!  After another minute, recovering, she looked at Nisen...<br/><br/>And lopped one of the heels at him.