Jak was surprised to see someone talking to Naoto. When did he show up? As he spoke, she wondered why he was even here, and was very quickly asked by Naoto the same question. Why was she here, what did she hope to gain? Jakki thought about her reasons to be there, and why she didn't just go home after practice, like she always did. After she went home, she'd lay down in her bed and contemplate reading her book or maybe how to hit home runs better. Yet she'd still find her night strangely... empty. She didn't have anything to do after school now, nor did she want to spend time with her mother.

"Hmm..." Jak pretended to think about the reasons she'd come. "Well, in all honesty... I'd have to say I came because... I think that my reasons are my own, and I don't really wanna tell you or anyone I came just yet. Maybe eventually, but... try asking me again in ten years or so, okay? I'd hate to lie to you, so maybe hold off on that question for a bit? I don't know. I'm sure there's stuff you don't want to share with everyone else, so... Ugh, I'm rambling now. Sorry." Jak adjusted her tissues, effectively blocking her mouth to discourage any questions. She didn't want to be the whiny kid that talked about her dead dad and brought the mood down. [i]Besides, Dad wouldn't want me to talk too much about it. It's my problem, and I can't let anyone else worry about it.[/i]