[Maybe it was too many old faces, or too many faces that rang with a sense of the familiar and yet were not - but for the first time in three years, Kanda left for a job with his sword, Mugen, attached to his hip once again.

Oh, he still had both pistols, but the sword just... called to him, again.

Even so, he's brought out of his musings about the sword with Lancer's voice, his question that seems genuine. Blinking up at the man, he follows the other up into the back of the supply truck and steps to the opposite bench with a shrug.]

I'm fine.

[Since they'd both taken the cure, Lavi's been sleeping it off but Kanda - well, he's back to simply seeing the fall of lotus blooms, rather than people taunting him.

At this point, he'll count that as a win.

Crossing his legs, he pulls Mugen up to lay across his lap, his gaze sliding over the cargo before turning back to the man before him.]

I was already recovering when they started distributing this shit - Lavi's the one that needs more time, though. But you didn't get sick at all, huh?

[Is he actually showing interest? Maybe just a little...]