There's a moment, and an expression, of stark surprise. Sayaka on the other end -- Kyoko should have considered it might happen now, but had been too caught up in her head. Same reason her shoulder got banged up - being caught up in your head and battles don't mix.

Red skirts dissipate, leaving her in that ratty sweater zipped over the school uniform. Stuffing hands casually into the worn, familiar pockets to hide the use of the bad arm, if she's in any pain there's no indication.

There's an uncomfortable silence, then Kyoko is offering out a grief seed, red eyes slightly cast away.