Hitomi barely had time to recover from the previous onslaught of meeting new people, when yet another few found their way downstairs. The first one to arrive was a boy most likely older than them, introducing himself in clear enough English to make Hitomi doubt his heritage for a moment - but only for a moment, as he soon continued to call for someone in Japanese. But, wait, SEES? Had she joined something like that? What was that a shorthand for...? If it had something to do with the student committee, she must have joined by accident. She hardly needed to be part of anything that would force authority upon her. She was definitely not an authority figure in any meaning of the word, and couldn't see herself working well with people who were - like this Kirijo person. Wait... Kirijo, wasn't that-?
She didn't have much more time to dwell on that, when the student Kirijo had called for arrived and instructed them to follow. He did it Japanese though, so Hitomi couldn't help but glance at the foreign student she'd just met to make sure he had understood as well. He had. Good. Now she wouldn't have to speak.
On their way up the stairs, they met a yet another student, this one seemingly as meek and timid - but far more blushy - than Hitomi herself. She regarded her with silent disdain. She didn't like herself being shy and weak, and it wasn't a trait she valued in others either. It always made her remember what she must have come across to others. So, offering her a small smile and a nod she wasn't sure the other girl caught, Hitomi rushed past her upstairs. As she did though, she couldn't help but catch bits and pieces of the awkward conversation that followed between her and the foreign student. She apparently wasn't that good at English... but she tried. She was brave. And he... uh, well. His pronunciation needed work, definitely, and his politeness levels were all over the place. Not that it was surprising from a foreigner. Still, he tried too. She didn't want to speak even in her mother tongue. She was... pathetic.
Hitomi hastened her steps and burrowed her gaze deeper into the game she was playing.
-
All too soon, Hitomi found herself standing in the middle of the third floor, accompanied by nobody but the blonde girl she'd met moments prior. The upperclassman had instructed them to decide who got what room, an act Hitomi was very bitter over. He could have... a-at least assigned them one. Now she would need to talk to someone to figure out which door to claim. She didn't want to just be rude and pick one by herself. But this girl, she... was just a bit intimidating.
In her panic and indecisiveness, Hitomi just slumped down on her suitcase and continued her game. Maybe if... if she finished another route real fast, she would get enough self-confidence to try and ask her about which room she wanted. Maybe. Probably not. But at least she'd feel a little less awkward if she did something, as opposed to standing there like a fool.
Before she could so much as begin to immerse herself in the game world however, she heard the other speak, her voice shattering whatever calm Hitomi had managed to form in her mind. She flinched, mind cold and chest burning from anxiety. Oh. Oh no. She... she talked to her, and she didn't even ask about the rooms! Ah, o-okay, what did she say now? Weather, yes, uh...
Hitomi peeked up from underneath her bangs, trying to see a window. She couldn't, her hair was in the way. She didn't want to brush it away, though. She didn't want to move. The other girl wasn't even looking at her, and her tone of voice was anything but friendly. Part of her was scared, and part of her angry. Why was she even talking, when she clearly didn't care for an answer?
No, don't think like that. Be... be polite.
"Yes..." she peeped out, her own gaze not directed at the other girl, either. Her PSP looked safer to lay her eyes on. "It... it's warm. I would prefer the rain though." Realizing that might come off as either rude, negative or both, she quickly stammered to correct herself: "Um, I... I mean, rain is refreshing. It gives life to things. Like, like flowers. Flowers are... pretty..."
She had no idea where she was going with this at this point, so before she got the topic too far from what she really wanted to ask, she drew in a breath and added, seemingly out of nowhere: "Either room is fine with me!"