Makoto's reply to the schedule comment was to avert her gaze and pout. And what she said after made sense, too. The odds [i]were[/i] against her... and she hated Math, from the sounds of things. Either Makoto had found a kindred spirit, or Order was much more devious than she would have thought in selecting their spy.

Well, her schedule would turn up somewhere, the miniature girl supposed. For now, she might as well establish her base.

And so, Makoto focused on pulling out belongings and haphazardly laying them all around her. From clothes, to textbooks, to what appeared to be notebooks filled with nonsensical ramblings, and even what appeared to be the occasional toy, it was obvious that she took her... hobby seriously.
Amidst this messy unpacking, Makoto stopped to flip open a notebook, murmuring to herself about raising an army. She would use this society's own system against itself and establish a powerful foothold with the utmost haste!

With a dramatic flourish, Makoto turned to Regan with a wide grin, "Light one! Won't you consider discarding your allegiance and joining me?! You will be the first of many soldiers in my grand army!"