Miku quietly sits next to Sunday-san, making sure her skirt is politely folded under her with her knees together, the way Mafuyu had been taught to. She slouches, though, just the tiniest bit of slack in her spine--the rebellion Mafuyu had never dared to express.

A space vessel, huh...? Miku tilts her head. "This is...different from where I am from, too," she says. "I suppose I am not used to...reality. Let alone a reality like this." She's finally realizing this place can't be VIRTUAL, she thinks.

She wonders where Sunday-san is from, to find himself at such a loss and sadness to be here, too. "It must be different from your home too, Sunday-san."