Going was a mistake. Going would be a mistake. She had had a nagging feeling even before she set foot within Sector oo6's swimming pool: yet at the same time, she'd be lying if she said that the idea to return to the water didn't at least occur to her, now that she has the time. (She can hardly dedicate herself to her organisation as one she had, after all, given that it doesn't exist here)
It had started with a small impulse, as most dangerous things do. She really had meant to just peek in, just for the sake of curiosity. In time, however, she is talking with the receptionist at the front desk, probably after being spotted pacing about the entrance area with some agitation. To have declined her help would have been easy, but a moment of forgetting herself makes it easier yet to stupidly ask - just on the off-chance - about synchronised swimming sessions. Even so, she does well in keeping the passion she once had close to her chest, knowing at least that the worst thing to do would be to express explicit interest.
Alas, in the end, mere reservation of interest is not enough to deter the other-- "You know, you're in luck. There's the beginners' class starting thiiiis...ah, here: this Wednesday. Should I put your name down for it, ma'am?
"...Ma'am?"
❝ --Oh. No -- no, thank you. I was just... ❞ Just wasting time, really. ❝ I was just wondering. ❞ She strains a polite smile for the receptionist, perhaps as much as a gesture of thanks as a gesture of apology for wasting her time. Her own courteous front seems to slip in response, and Makoto wouldn't blame her for it: she's got better things to do than selling the pool's facilities to somebody who isn't interested after all. For what it's worth, she bids the receptionist a good day with a small bow of her head before turning to leave.
And that, it would seem, is that.
Still, she isn't without her graces, in spite of her momentary (though no less shameful) lapse in focus. She's inclined to offer a similarly apologetic nod of her head to the young woman waiting in line behind her as she passes on her way out -- perhaps, in some strange way, making up for the encouragement she wasn't able to give herself. ❝ Go ahead. ❞