[Ochako frowns a little bit, but with how exhausted she feels - and sore all over - it's more a pout than anything really intimidating. Izuku really wears his heart on his sleeve, and Ochako may not be the brightest bulb there is, but she can still see and hear him falter. Leaning over with a wince, the young brunette places her hand on her friend's arm and pats it gently.]

Let's train together sometime then, yeah? That way we can work on our skills and the side effects, ah...t-together. [It's not like they both haven't seen the other at their worst before, or anything. Ochako will worry, of course, but if they're just training...they can work on their faults without going crazy. Slowly, making tiny steps toward improvement.] Ah...h-hah. Thanks, Deku-kun. For thinking of me like that, and...a-and everything.

[She closes her eyes, leaning her head back on the bench she's sitting on. She'll really at her limit.] You should...g-get going. M'gonna...stay here. Close my eyes a while.