@lainzworld ; continued .
Kawano wasn’t usually fond of public transport, especially not in situations like this. Unfortunately, she had a shoot scheduled and had very little in the way of other options to get where she needed to go. One could imagine the sense of impending dread and listlessness that she felt, knowing she would be stuck waiting here on the road until something completely out of her control had subsided.
Perhaps it’s that worry that consumed her thoughts so thoroughly that she hadn’t noticed the other girl’s approach until she was spoken to.
“Eh--? Oh, uh...sorry. Spaced out there, for a second.” She fumbles, trying to muster an appropriate response. Part of her, upon receiving a name, had wanted to narrow her eyes. Well, duh. Of course you’re Junko Enoshima -- is what she thought. There’s no way anyone that was tapped into the modern pop-culture couldn’t know who she was. She was a startlingly popular model, and her ironclad sense of irreverent style, combined with her rebellious aesthetic made her the ire of traditionalists and idol of young people the country over. She couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit intimidated to be speaking to the girl, herself.
“Kawano. Er-- Mizuki...The uhm, Super High School Level Director.” She’s really searching her brain for any kind of conversational skills she can muster. She doesn’t want to be boring. “What...brings you here, Enoshima-san?”
Aside from the snowstorm, that is.
