[Without any fanfare, Remilia (who is shaking and covered in a river of her own blood at this point) clears her throat. And she starts to sing
a certain song. She makes the motions for answering a telephone, knocking on a door, and marching around, adding in head shakes and nods at the appropriate moments. ]
This is my second week here, and I already hate this place so much.
[She takes a seat, sets her hands in her lap, and asks politely:] If anyone here knows how to heal severe neck wounds, as well as shredded and broken fingers, please alert me.