[ Minato slides in next to her a couple of paces later, but he doesn't exactly have the breath to answer her question right away, letting himself sink down into a crouch with his back flush against the wall and digging around his bag for his inhaler. He wishes the design of these things were better in that he's got to breathe in the medicine deeply and hold his breath for it to work, and he can't exactly breathe at all. He does his best, though, waiting for when his lungs loosen up again before he lets himself speak. ]
...I'm good. Had breathing problems since I was a kid. So I know how to deal with it.
[ Most of the time, he deals by not doing stupid things like running for his life that he knows will trigger it. ]
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...I'm good. Had breathing problems since I was a kid. So I know how to deal with it.
[ Most of the time, he deals by not doing stupid things like running for his life that he knows will trigger it. ]