Tomo tilted her head slightly at the voice that was close to her. She opened her eyes once more, their lavender hues focused on nothing, like they were clouded in a world of their own. Her dark lashes protected them like that long lashes on a doll with moveable eyes. Her wavy dark hair over one shoulder slipped slightly towards her back when she moved. Even with her uniform on she looked like a porcelain doll, beautiful blank expression and all. 

"I am," her voice was even gentle and sweet just like the rest of her, her tender tone perfectly polite, "If it is me to whom you are talking to." She smiled and it was every bit as lovely as the perfect Japanese lady should be. "I am Tomohina Mizukimura. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." 

The person she was talking to was a female. And possibly either a transfer or someone from another part of Japan, by that Kansai accent. But it was probably rude to simply assume such things. Perhaps it was best to wait for any more hints at this person and the nature of their being, than by simply assuming things. While her assumptions were usual correct there was always the odd outlier every then and again. And-

Her head tilted again. There was some big fuss going on in the hallway. Concentrating for a moment she frowned slightly. Boys, from the sound of it. And maybe a girl. She blinked a few times trying to stop paying so much attention to the commotion. Pointing her gaze back at the girl's voice, which was coming from slightly behind her, she smiled apologetically. 

"Pardon my momentary distraction," she said gently, "Do you know if there are people fighting out in the hallway?"