Makoto smiled a kind of half smile at Pheobe. 

"Yeah, I just got here." she sighed. Standing up she straightened herself out and adjusted her backpack. "I guess you are supposed to show me around?" Makoto inquired. She had nothing to start from. After all, she was here with the clothes she had on her back, the few things she managed to pack in her backpack and Storm's cell phone. She may have left a notebook and pen from school in her bag, but that would only be if she was lucky. Meeting Storm and coming here seemed to her to be the only good luck she'd had in years. Makoto's mind drifted to the events of her childhood and of recent. She gripped the strap of her backpack herder with one hand. Thinking back made her feel like she was going to cry, like a stone had settled in her throat and like her heart was being squeezed so tightly that it couldn't pump blood. "I-... I really don't even know where to begin." she said, trying to force her voice not to shake as she looked out of the class walls of the office to the empty hallways.