Nanako
Pulling herself up from the rubble, panting as her body throbbed with delicious agony. Every step felt like knives had replaced her innards and were scraping around inside her, but still she moved, popping up to her feet. Before she could rush the blonde again, however, she said something about needing to go and promptly flew off, leaving Nanako panting, bruised, covered in rubble, and rather conflicted.
That was...strange. Hope she's okay.
After taking some time to clean herself up, the squirrel girl continued on her way to Yang's place, passing close to Sethrol's dojo in the process. As she realized this, Nanako thought about it for about a full second, then promptly turned around, heading back towards the graveyard of tanks that served as the old man's dojo. It didn't take long for her to get there, the squirrel girl soon bounding down into the clearing, bouncing a couple times after landing before coming to a halt, large fluffy tail swishing idly behind her.
"Heya Sethrol, how- oh," the squirrel girl stopped short upon catching sight of what was happening. That grumpy dude from earlier was here too, but that wasn't what gave her pause. The stench of blood, the ruined body being cleaned up by Mr. Grumpy himself, and...the rose. A familiar face flashed across her mind like a blade in the dark, the squirrel girl shaking her head shortly after. He couldn't be the only person here partial to roses, too soon to jump to him now.
"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" Nanako said, frowning a little as she looked between Sethrol, Grumpy McGrumpface, and the dead guy.