[Going off how quickly he disentangles from her it sounds like he needs to get more womanhandled. Be careful Ichigo, you might accidentally hold a hand.

On the other end of the equation Fukawa is just as quick to scramble away. That's equal parts fear of death, paranoia about men, and knowing how disgusting everyone finds her. Better to nip his whining in the bud than prolong contact with a disgusting beast like her.

But mostly, it's their imminent demise propelling her off and away. Also spurring her indignant spluttering.]

Wh-what the hell? Are you still going on about that? You were barely keeping up with me. [And that's a sad metric to go by. She's very much an indoor girl.] Stay inside, for crying out loud! There's lots of w-warriors around here, let them handle it!

[She edges up next to him, careful to stay out of sight at the window. Her heart beats on rhythms too quick to track.]

I'm t-telling you, going out there is a huge mistake. You won't come back.