[Her eyebrow twitches and her mouth purses, Miu trying to decide which ‘role’ she’s supposed to play here. In front of cameras and fans and all that it was easy. She knew what they wanted to see and acted accordingly to the group consensus. But this? Individual meetings? She never quite knew how to present herself.

Trying to keep up a cheery act was exhausting in and of itself— and Miu was tired and irritated as it was just by being here in this... whatever this was. She didn’t feel like she had the patience to try and keep up an act.

Instead she crossed over to him, boldly reaching for his arm.] Yes, an infection. Wash your hands off at least after touching that gross fish! Do you know how many germs were probably on that thing? You’re going to get an infection and lose half your arm or something.

[She’s exaggerating, sure, but still!!]