Following the events of her track and field, Maki slowly gathers her belongings. She had stayed later after the conclusion to the event to avoid the irritating press and interviews. Despite the pay and fame that she received, she can't help but wish that interviews weren't a thing.

Zipping up her jacket and slinging her bag over her shoulder, Maki begins to make her way through the paths, making sure to avoid any crowds. Surrounding the exits weren't a lot of cameras, which the athlete is incredibly grateful for.

She pokes her head out before avoiding looking at the crowd as she makes her way through the gates, following the clean concrete ground to the ride waiting for her.

Just before she can make it, she hears a gentle voice calling out to her. Defeated, Maki turns to look. A journalist.. of course. She lifts a hand to grasp onto the strap of her bag as she offers a forced smile.

"How can I help you?" Her tone is a tad but harsher than she had intended. Her eyes travel down to briefly look at the camera—the usual red light is absent. These two aren't recording.