Her face wrinkled a little. "Thanks, Oubai-senpai, I know you mean it nicely, but… making somebody happy isn't really what I want, at least, not the most. I want to make me happy." She peered down at the notes, trying to remember when she had even taken them; school, actually lessons, had been a blur since it had started up in September. Was it really already November? It couldn't be.
"I've got time to think about it. I don't graduate for more than two more years, after all," she responded, hopefully dodging the question; meanwhile, she was frantically rifling through things she could say she might do, and it was perhaps a little disturbing how much easier she found looking for quick shabby lies about her future, than she found actually planning for that future.