[The line comes on in that inelegant way, indicative of someone having initiated the call while still about for it in his trousers pocket. Rustling, rustling, then the voice of Sholmes -- the sound of a heel striking the pavement, the murmured bustle of people walking up and down the street, harried in the wake of an explosion that shook the district like a shockwave had rumbled through it.]

Mikotoba. Whole and hale, and not wracked by any manner of explosion. A blasted mess, all of this, though.

[Yet more importantly: Yujin is safe. That eases something tight in his chest, as though it had been restricted and he might now breathe again.]

You're off to the clinic, I presume?