[ Makoto listens attentively, nodding as she processes each statement and hugging the borrowed coat tightly around herself. It's not the iron-clad reassurance she'd been hoping for, but it's more than she had a moment ago. ]

Maybe ...

[ She's not sure how she feels about the idea that she could find her friends here. She doesn't like the idea of her friends being mysteriously dragged here, disoriented and afraid, with no way of returning home. On the other ... it would be nice not to face this alone.

[ Though, even without them, she wasn't really alone, was she?

[ She doesn't know Minato, but despite the rude awakening, he was still offered up information to help her get her bearings and gave her his coat. Maybe he was a little disconcertingly blase about their situation, but he didn't have to do any of that and the fact that he had said a lot about him. ]

Thank you again. For the coat, and for putting up with my barrage of questions. This is all been so disorienting that I realize I never even gave you my name. I'm Makoto Niijima.

[ She bows her head slightly, offering a more formal greeting. ]