[She turns to look at him, studying his face more carefully than usual in the absence of anything to say - and to her surprise, she finds that he's kind of good-looking. He's not fair and pretty like Moji, or big and strong like Daichi... but he's got beautiful eyes, and a handsome sort of face. The twisting in her stomach turns into a light, fluttering sort of feeling, and she quickly glances away, her cheeks flushing crimson.]
All I really do is fill my days. I dunno what any of us is supposed to do in the long run... I guess that's the real punishment of this place. It's nice and comfortable, but you're stuck.