Daisuke looked the girl over attentively, attempting to make sure he hadn't reopened any wounds - provided there were wounds to reopen in the first place. What if he'd caused new wounds!? No, no, that was a preposterous idea... wasn't it?
"It’s just a little stab wound, I’ll be okay!"
He squinted, unsure how to respond to this - if it was "just a little stab wound", why did it look like she'd spent the night at the Fourth? Unless maybe it had just been late when she'd arrived seeking medical attention? Regardless, should she really be making such a small deal out of something that could have been potentially fatal?
“Er…when I put it like that it doesn't sound okay, but…"
"So long as you're alright," he replied quickly. Maybe she just didn't want to talk about it. Of course she doesn't want to talk about it! She doesn't even know you, moron. Daisuke would have minimized the attention to his own wounds if the situation were reversed. There was no need to get a stranger involved in his problems, after all.
Still, he couldn't help but want to make sure she was alright, especially after nearly shouting at her for something that wasn't even her fault.
"I’m Sachi, by the way. Sachi Himura. I’m from the ninth, so I don’t usually spend much time around here. This was just…an exceptional occasion. Are you from the fourth? You don't look injured or anything."
He blinked. She was from the Ninth? If anything, Daisuke would have pictured her in the Thirteenth - there were plenty of cute girls in that division. But the Ninth... so that meant she had probably suffered the same way he had then. He tried to gloss over the sick feeling swelling within him at the mere thought, but he couldn't squash the tightening knot in the pit of his stomach. After all this time, it still bothered him.
"Um, no," he replied, scratching the back of his head and smiling sheepishly. "I'm from the Fifth. I came here to deliver something to a friend of mine, but I can't seem to find him anywhere." He glanced around on instinct, but saw no sign of his friend, and turned back to this girl - Sachi, she'd said.
"Oh, right! I'm the Fifth Division's Seventh Seat, Kato Daisuke," he said, returning the introduction and giving her the formal one out of habit. Hopefully that wasn't off-putting, but so far it seemed she wasn't insulted by his nervous quirks.
"You seem so energetic this morning! I feel like if we’d met before, I’d remember a guy like you."
"I-I, well, I..." He felt his blush returning. Energetic wasn't a negative term, no, but she could always just be trying to be nice. "I'm n-not usually that exciting! I-I just --" He just what? Got loud when he was embarrassed or nervous? That wasn't exactly something he wanted to admit to someone he'd just met...