Misaki opens one eye, then the other — she recognizes the girl, one of the ones her age, and apparently Japanese too. Misaki hadn’t been avoiding her exactly, but she’s never been a social standout, and here, she’s wound up kind of keeping to herself.

Maybe not the best way to cope, though. Much though Misaki is glad her band mates aren’t here, it’s at least partly because she wouldn’t wish this even on those three dummies, and definitely not on Kanon. But all things considered, it is kind of...lonely.

“Yes?” Misaki sits up, rubbing her cheek. She wasn’t really asleep — conversation might be preferable to trying to find peace under the weirdly idyllic trees. “Can I help you with something?”

It’s meant to be polite, but considering the circumstances it comes out sounding absolutely ludicrous.