"He doesn't think," Index suddenly announces, sighing.

Mikoto gives the other girl a look out of the corner of her eyes, curious about this strange foreign nun- not that she cares what she's doing with Him, of course.

"Touma," she elaborates, struggling to find the words. Japanese is a subtle language, but Touma is something too complex for even this. "He's…"

Wonderful. Kind. Strong.

It's strange. She has a whole library in her head and can't find the right word.

"He's an idiot," she spouts, frustrated and irritable, "A-"

"Helpless, stupid, nosy fool," Mikoto agrees, giving her a knowing look.