[ Oh no she doesn't. This has gone on long enough, and Jeanne is tired of being the one to always be left out; behind and confused. This isn't new behavior for Saya, she knows that much, and Jeanne steps so that her back is to the other side of the door and her arm is rigid against the other, blocking her friend's path. ] Saya. What's wrong? This isn't like you. Did something happen today? Did you... see someone? [ She bites her lip. Was it Diva? Conrad? Zero? What is running through that head of hers? ]