"It escaped mine as well. I think because my experiences with mind control weren't gradated in any fashion. They were control chips implanted in people- at one point we had to destroy the transmitter because they'd become so integrator. I feel like the same principle happened here.

"There are a lot of loose ends but... I will leave it to the city to deal with. Give their council whatever information I've accumulated."

She moves from her 'chair', trotting down from her rubble pile. "How bad were the injuries? Will he have long-term damage?" She doesn't think to ask about psychological damage. She wants to know if he's been reliably physically repaired. But if he's not, she's willing to help where she can. Senku's her friend, and by default what's important to Senku deserves her help.