Tomohina turned towards him when he spoke, tilting her head with a gentle smile. "I'm sure you will do well then," she beamed warmly, "You remind me of a third year named Kyle Parker. I believe he is American. I think you two would get along well." She turned a bit pink at those words and bowed toward the upperclassman, although she wasn't quiet sure if she bowed directly enough. It was hard to keep a firm point on where people stood when you couldn't see them.

"I bet you will do wonderfully," her honey sweet voice said with such cheerfulness, "I hope to talk with you again." Walking into the girl's dressing room, she made sure to at least give him a little time for response before entering. Her hair stilled tied up, still damp but almost dry, she rinsed herself off without getting too wet all over again. Changing into her clothes, a pale pink sun dress with a sunny yellow belt and dainty white shoes, she folded her wet clothes and put them into her bag. Leaving the dressing room, she took out her white cane.

"I will be cheering for you, Tanaka-sempai," she said with a smile.