[On another day, she might have found reason to be offended. It's reasonable to be upset about a soul-crushing development like this, thanks very much. But on the other hand he's denying that she's behaving like a lunatic. And he's still here, indulging her silly little fit instead of casting her off the second she was seated. Fukawa sniffs again. She can't manage a smile, a thin grimace is the best she can do, but the intent is clear. Thank you for staying.

Most people can't wait to be rid of her.]

No. It's, um. [It's a dead end now, is what it is. There's no use in telling him what it is, his world obviously has no need for such an organization. Does that mean it's still carrying on, safe and sound?] Sort of a government thing, I guess. It d-doesn't matter.

[Fukawa bites her lip.]

I think...I th-think I'll be okay. You don't have to k-keep wasting your time on me.

[Or his reputation. Hanging out with a histrionic teenager can't be high on any adult's list of achievements.]

I think I'll just find somewhere quiet. To think about it. You know.