She giggled at his mention of Sakura's possible mental illness. She...really didn't like that girl, did she? Or was she laughing at his mental digression, waving it off like he had? It could be either, but he assumed it was the latter, since she told him not to apologize for it, sharing her musings that some of the students here had more than physical issues. It was certainly true, especially in Isamu's case. He think some therapist told him he had an issue with imprinting on people, and he was inclined to believe that idea. After all, he had done something like that in the past with people, becoming heavily attached to people he barely knew. It was just another part of the reason he tried to make friends with a lot of people: the more he got used to dealing with people, the less heavily attached he'd get to people he'd just met. 

Aizawa Mizuki, the girl introduced herself as. Huh...Mizuki? Weeeiiirrrddd, man, just like Haruto...or should he call him Jay? Oh well, not worth dwelling on. Were they classmates? Yes, yes they were. He couldn't possibly forget that cane or the braces. It was kind of terrible, but sometimes he made a note of the more...obviously disabled students. Some people needed an extra wide berth, some needed assistance with certain parts of their lives. He'd known a few people missing whole chunks of their bodies that occasionally needed help with their prosthetics, if they had them. For some, it might have been a sad sight. For Isamu, it was heartwarming and inspiring to see people overcoming despite adversity. And that was precisely what this girl in front of him was doing. Every step must have been tough for her, but she fought on like a real warrior. If that Haruto respected anybody, it should be her. Not the...Midgard Lobster, as he'd been referred to. 

Sighing quietly as he digressed again, Isamu looked back at Mizuki and bowed his head gently. "Tanaka Isamu. Ectrodactyly. Lobster claw syndrome, as some might call it." It was...usual for him to greet himself this way. His condition was obvious, and he couldn't just let it sit in the air. He was strange. His hands had less fingers. It wasn't really a big deal, but it could cause a few issues. As a matter of fact, his feet looked similar, but he'd never really had the problem of people noticing at Yamaku, and he didn't go out of his way to make anybody see it. 

Smiling politely, he gently brought his hands together. "And please don't feel compelled to discuss your own situation. I understand many don't like bringing it up, especially if it's recent. I just prefer the direct approach to addressing my...extremely noticeable condition." Moving his hand back to rub his head again, he changed the topic yet again, in case Mizuki didn't want to bring it up. "How are you doing on that ions paper? Mine's progressing pretty well, but I can understand that some are just dreading it. Ions can get pretty weird, especially when it comes to plasma physics and the likes. Trying to remember that positive charges mean there are [i] less [/i] electrons can really trip some people up, and vice versa. And when you get off-world, all bets are off. Astrophysics and plasma just gets crazy, especially with nebulae." Aaaand, there he went ranting about physics and space. It was a wonder he ever made friends...