[For a majority of the memory, Naoto remains the ever passive observer. She's gotten used to how many of them play out and how they are meant to be interrupted. There would be an opening, or she might have to make one herself. Still, she sits quietly elsewhere in the café, listening to the boxes being shuffled around upstairs while watching Futaba work away at her laptop and fiddle with the bug.]
[Just what does she intend to do with that?]
[She's a little more attentive at the voices, eyes narrowing at the accusations being tossed.]
no subject
[Just what does she intend to do with that?]
[She's a little more attentive at the voices, eyes narrowing at the accusations being tossed.]
And what gives you the right to say that?