As the tan girl wriggled out of the tiny-yet-mighty hug, Cecilia's eyes widened and she realized what she was doing. This was not being a "good girl". She took a step back and straightened herself up. Her friend-prey had a familiar accent. Then again, "foreign" was a foreign word for Sisi, since the branch she grew up in was so culturaly diverse. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I forgot my manners... Things are... just so weird, you know? And you looked nicer than Asuka, and you're the only girl that isn't grown up that I've seen since her...."

She closed her eyes and looked down for a second to calm herself. She was getting over excited. No matter how regimented she had learned to be, the truth remained; she was an infant. Sisi looked back up after a split second of calming herself and stretched out a hand.

"I'm Cecilia. I'm Canadian. You sound Indian. I had some Indian friends when I was in kindergarten."

Oh the tact... The tact she lacked. She was desperate though. Cecilia couldn't bare to be lonely for too long. Though they were many in the room, the silence and awkwardness made it feel that much worse. She rummaged through her thoughts to find something they might have in common. Being from opposite sides of the globe made weather a lowsy choice of subject... Boys? No she didn't like them more than crushes yet, and if the tan girl liked the same one she did they would just fight. She had already mentioned her Indian friends... AH HA!

"You're a pilot too then? What's your name? How long have you been a pilot? I've been doing it since I was eight and I'm eleven and a half now!"

Three and a half years of experience. She clasped her mouth with both hands after the words had escaped. That was the sentence that had set Asuka on a rampage in Germany. She remembered the mean things the red head had said and how they could never be friends because of it... She feared the potential sisterhood with the tan girl was prematurely ruined in the same fashion. Despite her trying to hold it in, her eyes began to water.