[It's a sedative-y paralytic type, not an acid! She doesn't have abt, so it's fine.]

And I be Petrichor. Is really time for that complaint, Junpei?

[Petrichor don't be acting high and mighty when you're being just as argumentative. Water isn't a bad idea... She rolls her shoulder again, but seems satisfied by whatever feedback she gets from her nerves down her arm, and so goes to take a step. Aaaand stumbles. Great.]

This be less than ideal, [she grumbles in a flat tone, then throws Junpei a scornful look.] Unfortunate, but I be needing your shoulder to go some distance for time being.