Makoto picked up bits of what Phoebe was saying to Nicholas. She looked over seeing the note but not being able to read it. Maybe they had found a way that he could participate too. She allowed her lips to curl into a slight smile, hoping that was the case. Resting her cheek on the palm of her hand she leaned forward, watching Mimic more than her classmates. The more she watched maybe she would be able to implement some of what her classmates do. Makoto's skin buzzed while she watched Mimic, anticipating the conversation she wanted to have with him.