Tomohina was not quiet used to interacting with regular students quiet yet. She had never had friends her age growing up. Assuming that what she was taught her entire life was just how she was suppose to act, she didn't quiet feel comfortable being anything but polite. Extremely polite. It didn't even register to her that it could annoy people, beside that girl from her math class anyway. But even though she had people who said they admired her at this school, no one seemed all that interested in being close friends. Of course she didn't even think that it might because of how she acted. Being so polite kept people at a distance from her. Formality was too cold. 

She blushed a bit in just at thinking how heated her thoughts had made her before. Running a finger tip over bottom lip as she pushed a lock of hair over her ear, her face was like rose painted porcelain. She had turned her head, so she didn't think the upperclassman would notice. He called her well-mannered, but she wondered if it a compliment or more of a critical observation. Her dark lashes passing over flushed cheek, she blinked in surprise at her own gloomy thoughts. Since when was she so keen at falling into such negative thoughts anyway? Smiling in the direction of the other boy she simply let it pass and let him talk.

Tomo ran a hand over her wet shoulder. It was a bit cold being out of the water, though the sun still beat down on her head and her legs. She listened to him explain his exercise routine with a slight nod, but when he moved in the water she tilted her head, as if perking her ears to listen to where he was moving. He finally stayed in one spot and gave a small laugh. That's when she opened her eyes, as if to show her curiosity at what had stilled him. He explained.

"Similarity?" she asked with a small hint of warm amusement, "I should think so." She gave his a rather mischievous tilted grin. "You're hands are why you're at this school," Tomo said, enjoying the hint of how he was proud like she was, "Mine is my eyes." Oh, he would probably want an explanation... She kicked her feet gently in the water, sort of hoping she hadn't freaked him out. "Your swimming patterns and the sounds you make when in the water," she put it simply, "But you are right in that out differences make us similar. I am happy to meet someone with a proud ruefulness in what most would call a disability." Her eyes stared right at him. "What skills do you have?" she seemed a bit excited, leaning forwards, elbows resting on her knees, "I already gave away one of mine."