When you walk into the classroom, there is only this mouse girl, who is sniffling softly behind her seat. In silence, you approach her desk to see how she's doing. Her large, round ears perked up slightly upon hearing your soft footsteps, and she hastily wiped her face with her sleeve. She turns her face slowly to avoid looking at you and speaks quietly. Uh... Yes? Is anything wrong? Do you want to sit here? I can move to a different seat... Excuse me.