[Only a few days? He seemed so at ease, comfortable with the environment. Hatoko assumed that was the maturity of an adult, while she was still unsure and fumbling with the world around her and assumed that would be the case for a while.

She made the tea with ease but the pair of cups were mismatched. Oh well. As much as she loved a pretty aesthetic she wasn't obsessive about perfection. Hatoko's mind is on the most mundane thing (snacks! can't have tea without 'em) when she notices the, well, unique features she hadn't seen before.

It takes her a few seconds of blatantly staring to recover. She has no idea what to say. Hatoko manages to put the cups down and pour their full without spilling anything, but its in an uncomfortable silence.]

You had a weapon this whole time!

[Ha...ha, yeah. God, she feels awful. Here she is waiting for her friends to swoop her back where she belongs, out of this place. And leave him behind, this nice man? One her friends could make whole? At least she sits down across from him without running away.]