[It sure could. Miserable doesn't even begin to describe the circumstances. She's trying to figure out how to stand up when the soda cup won't detach itself from her hand, but she doesn't have too long to dwell on that before she hears the familiar voice. She tilts her head back, eyes lighting up as she scrambles up suddenly.]
Senpai! [Ugh. That squish sure was her foot stomping on a half-eaten cheeseburger. She's matching his smile and she's trying to find a clear path to approach the edge of the dumpster when she looks at the object in his hand.] That's not the weapon I'm used to seeing you with. [Because she knows, Yu. She knows. Whatever, she's taking his hand now and trying to figure out how to haul herself out with one hand occupied.]
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Senpai! [Ugh. That squish sure was her foot stomping on a half-eaten cheeseburger. She's matching his smile and she's trying to find a clear path to approach the edge of the dumpster when she looks at the object in his hand.] That's not the weapon I'm used to seeing you with. [Because she knows, Yu. She knows. Whatever, she's taking his hand now and trying to figure out how to haul herself out with one hand occupied.]