[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i]Kimiko Maita[/i][/color][/h2][/center]
[@Crimmy][@Savo]

The others continued to talk, as if they were trying their hardest to interrupt Kimiko's solitude. Evidently, figuring out this refrain would have to wait. She turned back towards Alex as he butchered her very simple name. "Mai-TA," she corrected, emphasizing the second syllable. "Maita Kimiko, Class 3-B, if you were unaware. Alexander sounds like a rather odd surname, but I suppose I do not know what to expect from Western names." 

Ignoring the melodramatic display of pain that her unintentional companion displayed, she turned her attention back to her classmate. "Might I help you with something, Sasaki-san?" she replied sweetly with a smile. It was an odd change of tone for her, since she normally spoke in an abrupt and brusque manner. The very few who knew her well knew that the sweet tone was a warning sign, Kimiko's last attempt to bury her annoyances. Those who knew her less well would think it was a somewhat professional face she put on for her shrine customers. In either case, the intent was fairly clear: get to the point.