A long and drawn out sigh could be heard in the immediate area as a blue haired woman stared down at the D-Terminal in her hands. Snapping it shut with a huff after a brief moment of silence, Chinami looked up to see the sky start to tinge orange. If she had to guess then she would have said that there were maybe only a few hours of daylight left until nightfall. She had expected her brother to message her by now, but she had no new messages. Well she was sure that he was fine, he had a digimon at his side after, but she couldn't help the nagging sense of worry. The incident with the Ogremon had happened back in May, and she was certain that at least two months had passed, but it still weighed heavily on her mind. Regardless, that wasn't actually why she was checking her messages even if it instantly made her want to check again. No, he was supposed to send her more details about the request she took on for a local Babamon. All she had to go on was that her destination was Drill Tunnel and that she was looking for a thief. Briefly looking at her state of dress as she quickly approached her destination, Chinami couldn't help but to notice that her kimono was starting to fray at the bottom. Her festive attire really wasn't meant for prolonged wear or for treks through the forest. Perhaps it was time for a new wardrobe? She probably had the bits for it anyway. She had been running around File Island for the past month helping people out, saving them if she could, and slowly amassing a decent amount of bits from the requests she fulfilled. "Maybe I'm just running myself ragged?" She mused softly with a hand through her hair. Maybe what she needed was a break? She really only ever stopped to sleep, and really only in a few hour bursts, but if she really wanted to be a Heroine of Justice than was it right for her to be selfish and take time for herself? She didn't really have the time to answer that question. Just then, as her sandal-clad feet were about to cross the entrance to Drill Tunnel, a loud beep caught her attention. The sound of a new message on her D-Terminal. Maybe it was her brother? "Obaa-chan says that it was a Petermon that stole her broom! Please come back safely <3!" She read silently to herself after flipping her D-Terminal open. Swiftly typing a message back that read something to the effect of "I will, thanks! Love ya~", Chinami shut and put away her D-Terminal before letting out another sigh. This Petermon had to at least of been an Adult level if he was able to get one over on the unassuming Ultimate level. This was starting to sound like it was leading a fight. That was fine though... really! She was sure that she could handle it. If her Beast spirit didn't cut it then she could always fall back on her Human Spirit. Still, it was all just so... tiring. Ignoring her own fatigue, both internal and external, Chinami took her first step inside Drill Tunnel. Perhaps she really was running herself ragged?