Having gotten a response to their rather bumpy acquintance, Diane sat in front of the both of them and lied back on the seat, swinging her legs up and down in intervals. And then suddenly she was on her feet. "Are you in pain? Where is it?"

Having perceived through the smallest of twitches such things, her demeanor had changed, from off-handed to a face of deep worry unlike someone her age. But she did not make any attempts at making physical contact, because somehow she could perceive their uneasiness. How not to? It was perceivable from a mile away.

Meanwhile, what to do? "Tell me something, if I were to tell you more about myself, would that make you feel more at ease? That is, if you do not wish to visit somebody like the school nurse first."