[Ann looks up when Makoto steps into the room, giving her a sheepish smile. She's a little more made up than usual, and her own uniform is similar — enough for things not to be even more awkward than they already were. The script rests on a table beside several books meant for study. They're props more or less — this loosely defined storyline centered around Ann as some sort of exchange student and Makoto as her upper classmate helping with her studies, which... is on-brand enough that Ann isn't immediately on edge. Not for that reason anyway.

It had been different with Ryuji, when the both of them had been too affected by the Omegadome to question what was happening until afterward. But this is deliberate, thought out, with Makoto...

It would be fine, Ann thinks to herself, trying to keep her thoughts from getting away from her.]

Hi, Mako-chan... um. We can just sit and talk for a while. I know you only just arrived, so... this must be a lot to deal with.