"Wha," blurted a confused Octavia as a girl she didn't know accosted her, grabbed her hands, and began speaking perfect English at her. Now, there were multiple reasons that she found this confusing, but the other girl quickly cleared them up. That didn't stop this from being somewhat odd, of course, but Makoto seemed almost like a puppy at the moment. The Japanese foreigner was an amalgamation of happy and excited, and Octavia simply couldn't take that away from her. She smiled at the other girl politely.
"Hello, Makoto. May I call you that since we're conversing in English? I'm Octavia King, from America," Octavia replied, also in perfect English.
God, she missed introducing herself like that without having to explain things. The girl seemed friendly, too. Somehow, it was easier to talk with this one than with the others. She felt less stiff. Perhaps it was the effect of being able to actually converse with someone in her native language. Someone besides just her father.
"I've actually spent more time here than in America, so you may just be more American than I am. I take it you, uh, like the states?" said Octavia, glancing down at her hands which were still engulfed.