It would seem the elf, Clover, he recalled incorrectly, was as healthy as an ox. This analogy was utilized because Clover was using a short-sighted, brutish method of getting inside the workshop. For an elf that acted high and mighty, she always resorted to violence at a moment's notice. It was an interesting view that Chunji didn't reject. Some problems could be resolved with unrelenting fury, and Chunji would need to remember that if he wanted to grow as a person. However, it did surprise him that Clover was into alchemy.
"Facilities are required to be monitored by trusted staff to ensure materials aren't stolen nor used for illegal experiments. As we are both first-year students who have been here for less than a day and outside of opening hours, we do not have access to such an establishment at the current time. Position in the social hierarchy is irrelevant to the current case as the academy has accepted Strigidae into the academy." The only Strigidae Chunji had encountered was the Owl Boy, but his case still stood.
"Furthermore, constant attempts to enter the room without permission may warrant trespassing. Any damages inflicted on the door may be fined to you on a small amount of silver coin. As a witness to this blatant attempt of crime, I will have no choice but to report this if needed."
This was Chunji's 'helpful' advice to Clover against banging against the door. He genuinely believed that Clover needed an explanation for her rhetorical question on why the apothecary was closed to them at this given time. After all, she looked frustrated, so Chunji decided to give her some advice. Then it hit him. Was this what they called compassion? Is concern over another living being aside from oneself? Could this be a way to solve his problems in healing magic? Deciding on the course of action, Chunji proceeded with the next step.
"I see that you have recovered. How are your injuries now?" Chunji began. "You took a variety of attacks during the orientation. From a knife to the spine, getting hit by Divine magic from fifty feet in the sky, and getting kicked in the face. I'd imagine that'd be rather painful to experience." Speaking of kicks, he still needed to get his shoe replaced. "Granted, that could stem from your actions of painting a target onto your back, but nonetheless, you have sympathies." With a nod and his ever-expressionless face, Chunji did not realize that his delivery came off as a provocation rather than genuine empathy.
"Regardless, I am glad you have recovered. Clover."