The obvious answer to the question, 'where do I find a specific medic?' was very clearly 'the medical building.' It was on the level of 'which direction is the sky?' and 'what is two plus two?' to Makoto's reckoning. This may have had something to do with the fact he had a medical ninja for a sibling, or maybe it was just sense. He was trying not to think of his siblings, after all, lest he get even angrier at them.
No, today he was trying to find someone who was, in all likelihood, a distant cousin of his.
After the mental turmoil and physical healing of the past while since returning from the desert mission, he had finally recovered enough to seek out and talk to Nanami. Hopefully she would be recovered enough from her own injuries to talk, but he doubted any medic would be laid up for long, even if they hadn't had other medics around to heal them.
The question resounded in his mind whether she knew anything, or if he was going to have to tell her. He wished he were better at reading people.
What he didn't need to be better at reading people to see was the noticeably lighter atmosphere of the city. Now the storm was gone and people could freely venture aboveground again without fear of it, people were much happier. He could even hear the odd snatch of cheerful conversation on the streets between the hotel and the medical complex.
That's...good, I guess?
The phoenix hummed in approval at the back of his mind. It seemed to like doing that when he made note of others.
He ignored it as he reached the complex. Another thing the phoenix had given him was a flood of knowledge of healing techniques, but he didn't have the training or knowledge--or for that matter, interest--to use them properly in such an environment, so there would be no point in hearing it croon at him to go help at the patients or some nonsense.
It did not even try.
Interesting.
He felt slightly foolish looking around an area swarming with medics for a specific medic, but shrugged mentally and made his way to what appeared to be a type of front desk. He waited until the harried-looking assistant was done with...whatever it was they were doing, he wasn't a medical assistant, how would he know...and turned to him.
"Excuse me, but could you page Mizushima Nanami to come down here and meet me just outside? Thank you."
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and exited to wait just outside, assuming it would be done. No need to take up more of the person's time, or his own dealing with people he didn't care about for that matter.
He leaned on the wall of the outside of the facility, brushing off the phoenix's attempts to chide at him for his rudeness and waiting for his probably-cousin to show herself.
No, today he was trying to find someone who was, in all likelihood, a distant cousin of his.
After the mental turmoil and physical healing of the past while since returning from the desert mission, he had finally recovered enough to seek out and talk to Nanami. Hopefully she would be recovered enough from her own injuries to talk, but he doubted any medic would be laid up for long, even if they hadn't had other medics around to heal them.
The question resounded in his mind whether she knew anything, or if he was going to have to tell her. He wished he were better at reading people.
What he didn't need to be better at reading people to see was the noticeably lighter atmosphere of the city. Now the storm was gone and people could freely venture aboveground again without fear of it, people were much happier. He could even hear the odd snatch of cheerful conversation on the streets between the hotel and the medical complex.
That's...good, I guess?
The phoenix hummed in approval at the back of his mind. It seemed to like doing that when he made note of others.
He ignored it as he reached the complex. Another thing the phoenix had given him was a flood of knowledge of healing techniques, but he didn't have the training or knowledge--or for that matter, interest--to use them properly in such an environment, so there would be no point in hearing it croon at him to go help at the patients or some nonsense.
It did not even try.
Interesting.
He felt slightly foolish looking around an area swarming with medics for a specific medic, but shrugged mentally and made his way to what appeared to be a type of front desk. He waited until the harried-looking assistant was done with...whatever it was they were doing, he wasn't a medical assistant, how would he know...and turned to him.
"Excuse me, but could you page Mizushima Nanami to come down here and meet me just outside? Thank you."
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and exited to wait just outside, assuming it would be done. No need to take up more of the person's time, or his own dealing with people he didn't care about for that matter.
He leaned on the wall of the outside of the facility, brushing off the phoenix's attempts to chide at him for his rudeness and waiting for his probably-cousin to show herself.