Makoto snorted when the jackass in the back replied to her. Man he needed punched in the face, a couple hundred times. Names meant nothing to her at all, they didn't tell her anything about a person's character, which he obviously didn't have any of. And she didn't fear anybody, this punk ass bitch wasn't going to change that. How dare he make a comment about her scar?! She had earned that scar, and all her other ones too. But this one held a special place in her heart. She liked to consider that scar her first true Captain America worthy moment. "I don't need anything to cover up my scar. Why would I cover up something I'm proud of? Unlike you, I'm comfortable with my body. Your big mouth is obviously compensating for a small dick." She said, in nearly a growl.

Makoto turned back to some other guy, one with purple hair, when he spoke up. "Don't think I won't." Was the only thing she said about his comment. Then she went quiet as she listened to the club leader's long explanation about souls and ghosts. It was all very interesting, but now Makoto had a question. Actually she had lots of questions, she wasn't a smarty pants type and most of what the club leader had said when completely over her head. But something was eating at her mind and worrying her just a little bit. There was also the annoying girl at the front of the class who obviously didn't believe in any of this. But Makoto couldn't really get mad at her for that. Until recently, she too hadn't believed in any of that.

Makoto rose her hand to get the club leader's attention. She had never been afraid of speaking up before, and fear certainly wasn't going to stop her now. "I've got a question. So, let's say a person becomes a ghost because they have unfinished business, after their business has been finished... Can they rest in peace? Or is my- ...or will they be forced to roam the world forever?" She really didn't want to bring up the fact that she was asking about her grandmother, that whole thing was still too fresh on her mind. Maybe after she had grieved a little more. And maybe with people she actually trusted with that information.