[ Hibiki laughs a bit herself, shaking her head with a knowing smile. Oh, she feels this one. She can't even remember how many people from her mom's old hometown she met the first time during her funeral, but that was the most common thing she heard from them. At least try a little harder.

Slowing her pace as the woman starts to come to, Hibiki turns her head slightly. She might not be able to see her, but keeping her head forward and talking feels incredibly rude.

The woman sounds befuddled, eyes slowly focusing as she tries to piece everything together. Right, she was at the festival with her family. Immediately launching into frantic questions about whether they're okay, Hibiki glances toward the road, keeping her head turned. ]

We're doing what we can to take care of the injured. If you tell us their names, we can make sure to steer them to where you'll be staying.

[ While her expression isn't quite grim (she won't let it be), the blonde turns her eyes forward, brows furrowed slightly as the injured woman shakily rattles off a few names. ]