Oh the Waste was going to be fine. They could address that momentarily. Currently, Vira's body had rolled off of Makoto's because that was awkward as hell and she didn't want to flail about when she couldn't see properly. It was taking a moment, but she was starting to twist around to a seated position, her head currently face up, looking at the Sailor Scout with an apologetic look.

"Gods, this is ridiculous. I shouldn't be surprised. The brace wasn't meant for falls like this. Not exactly the most elegant way to lose your head in front of a girl," she said, trying to make light of the situation before sighing. "Sadly no. Duct tape won't help us here. It's a ... situation I've encountered since coming here. I'm stuck like this for a few months more. Would you be so kind as to help me put that back on, into my brace? It keeps it in place."