Perlita, 6D
Perlita watched as Lyra and Kraken moved off to talk to one of the room's new occupants - she'd found her voice faltering again as Kraken spoke about marksman training (to tell the truth, she was much more interested in honing her magical ability than she was shooting things, but it wouldn't be polite to say that), and again as she ended up having to focus along with Lyra to shape and work that last piece of Sharicite. It had been actually a difficult process - neither she nor Lyra had any idea how 6D worked, and even though they'd both worked with the crystals before it was still an experimental process, with Lyra mostly taking the lead while Perlita chipped in here and there on the magical end of things.
...but it had worked. It had worked. It had worked! Oh... it was practically a miracle. Technically, Perlita supposed, it might literally be a miracle, given the nature of the sharicite as some sort of divine material. But that didn't really matter, did it? No, it didn't - what mattered was the condition of the brave gynoid that had been dedicating herself to Perlita's protection. And now that Perlita found herself once again alone with the gynoid, she was going to very well dedicate herself, at LEAST for the moment, to making sure her condition was okay. And so, drawing close to 6D, Perlita poked her firmly above the chest. "6D, I am going to insist that you tell me what you condition is in detail, okay? You were really vague about how you were doing beforehand, so I want you to tell me the truth, so I can make sure that you aren't hiding further injury."