Tomo's lavender eyes looked upwards, as if to look up at the sky. But instead, their misty hues just swirled with filtered light. Many blind people covered their eyes, since it was usually uncomfortable for most people to look at. But her eyes were so innocently large, wide and curious, yet mysteriously glazed she had never gotten a real complaint about them before. But then again she lived a shelter life. Well, relatively. And even if she had made someone uncomfortable, she still wouldn't feel obligated to hide them. She was blind. It just was a part of who she was. But it didn't define her. It just made her a little different compared to regular people. But here? There were all regular. So why hide their flaws and imperfections? Tomo never quiet understood the need to hide.

This boy, whoever he was, was quiet for a while. And then he laughed. She tilted her head, as if perking up in alertness to the sound, her own smile turning a bit curious and bemused. But then he was quiet again. Quiet odd. But finally he responded to her. He spoke in a kind of way that made her think him a bit caught up in his own thoughts, kind of like one of those born scholars her father had often tried to get tutor her. The kind who spoke, yet did not seem to be present when speaking. A mind merely using a body. The intellectual type who usual did not intend to socialize unless they were trying to figure something out. Was she a puzzle then? A rich girl like her with an underlined background at this school instead of encaging herself in something gilded and false.

She arched a brow as he seemed to find his way back to the present. Stacking her lunchbox back up, neatly, fluidly, she retied the cloth so she could carry it. Standing, unfolding her white cane with a graceful flick. "And you are not a boy with a cane," she gave him a tilted smile, something like an impish smirk, "You're just a teenage boy. And I worry. Even a pampered princess like me can have flaws, teen boy." Her tone was something of a wonder really. It was both gentle and sweet, yet there was this odd kind of strength and force behind it. "Why is their morbidity and depression in stating things that can be both truth and changeable?" she gave him a mysterious and cheerful smile, "Or is it a miscommunication? My worry is different from your worry, is it not? Yet we both have that instinctual worry about whether we will fall over and whether we will be in pain."

She shifted herself to face him, her regal way of holding herself confident and so sure, even when the world around her was darkness with sound. "Instead, teen boy, you should just realize," she closed her eyes with a bright and beautiful grin, "when talking to girls it is best you be sure of what you are doing before you act." She tiled herself towards him in an almost playfully teasing manner. "And you should tell them your name," she said lightly, "Especially when they aren't able to remember you by face." This boy was a scholar who spoke in riddles, so she spoke to him right back. Though towards the end she gave him her own little sass on advice. It was her way of being playful, though a part of her wondered if his puzzle solving mind might take her too offensively. But then again, this was just a boy, like any other, since she had no name to place him with. So she'd treat him like she'd treat a boy who appeared to merely speak just to say words.