"Yeah!" Euna chirps, "Yeah of course, Mew. Five minutes isn't even going out of my way."

'Mew'. That's a contraction of 'Me and You' by the way, the cat sound is a coincidence. Names are just... difficult. Casual familiarity and easy conversations even more so. The silly little appellations she gives everybody are a shortcut to the kind of social standing where she's able to talk freely with people about stuff that isn't fight science or training tips. This is basic stuff, page five of the Beginner's Field Guide to Being a Cool Friend. 

This same dynamic also why she's with Sara, but that's a story for some other time. Right now she's busy walking, with a broad smile in her step because it can't show very well on her face.

"So what were you--"

She stops, because that's not the right thing to be saying just now. Don't bother her with questions about her day, Euna. Don't say anything that could be construed as blaming her for being in this situation. It's not her fault, and she doesn't need to think that it is, or think that someone else does either. 

A few more steps, and she realizes her hood is down. She flinches, just slightly, and pulls it back up over her head. 

"You were perfect, by the way. You handled that exactly the way you should've. Sorry it happened, though. Sorry you had to see, well. But it's all right, right? Are you going to be ok at home for a while? It's gonna be..." she takes a deep breath, as if tension was a vibe you could smell in the air like petrichor, "Probably a few days at the minimum before all the creeps get tired."

It's hard to know what to do with her hands, for some reason. She settles on tucking them behind her neck for the moment, just one of those classic anime walk cycles where she's permanently stuck in a half stretch that somehow looks like the most casual thing in the world whenever she watches it. She's never known if she carries the same air, or if just looks weird in real space. 

Almost as awkward setting the pace. She doesn't know where she's going, so she needs to let Diochan lead, but instinct and her natural gait keeps trying to push her in the front like a bodyguard. Only without a partner there's no one to cover the rear. And also what she's [i]really[/i] here to do is make Mew look like she's not alone so that nobody else with a mind to 'have some fun' picks her to do it with.

This isn't a riot, Euna. And it's not a war. All it really takes is a friend. Three, two, one, reset.

"You're more into music than movies, if I remember right. Anything good drop lately?"