Ivan made it inside the room in record time hearing her words a look of worry on his face. "Are you quite alright?" He asks concerned placing a hand on her head careful not to disturb his own masterpiece. 

Mitzu smiles, changing into her school uniform in under three minutes, accustomed to quick costume changes thanks to her time on stage where you had to get ready in three minutes or less or risk being late on stage, and no one wanted that. She hums softly as she comes downstairs brushing her hair barely paying much attention knowing this house like the back of her hand and able to check out of reality for a quick moment or two straightening out the horrid mustard colored dress of her uniform. "This yellow is putrid on me." She said scrunching up her nose, often making odd designer like comments like that thanks to her time spent at her grandmother's house.