Tomo only spoke quietly to the girl at first. It was best to make a good first impression. Like any well-bred lady she had many uses for her voice. Being blind, well all those uses multiplied. Unable to use proper facial cues, she instead was able to flux her voice to match a mood, even give subtle hints at to how vastly different "sorrow" could be from "sadness". She was a singer after all. Her voice was an instrument she could control masterfully. Where she fell short in facial communication and being able to see, she made up for in vocal sensation, physical sensitivity and hearing. It was just something natural to her. But then again she had been blessed with a wealthy family able to provide for a disabled daughter. Even if they never seemed to be able to have the time to show up to birthdays.

The girl she had been talking to seemed to still be near the door when she had spoke, but travelled back towards her. Standing, she held herself with that same poise and confidence instructed to her since birth. [i]Side step here, four paces forward, and move five strides to the right to reach the door[/i]. "Sometimes we must be forgiving to those who do not know, what they do not know," she said with a strange sort of clarity in her voice, but took a few steps out into the hallway, facing the mass of voices. Her hands were folded in front of her neatly and her smile was something so sweet and gracious, you'd of thought she was something out of a painting.

"Class 2-4 should be on this floor," she said with a sort of command in her voice, "It should be the fourth classroom, which, if my guess is right, is just this way." She gestured behind her as if she were a elegant hostess from a traditional japanese inn. "You should hurry," she said with a slight tilt of her head, her voice changing slightly to become more light and almost amused, "Class is starting in three minutes." With a small bow she went back into her own classroom, closing the door and looking a bit refreshed. [i]Five strides forwards, turn left, four paces and one side step. [/i] She reached out and there was her seat. A victorious grin washed over her face. Memory and practice. That's all you needed. Well, with a bit of enthusiasm anyway.
"Oh and to answer your question before," she flattened out her skirt, even though she couldn't see if it was ruffled or not, "Yes, I am a new transfer. I do not believe I caught your name?"