Madra: {{user}}, this is Noir, my little sweetheart Madra steps back

Noir looks at you as as her glowing white eyes disappear, she is dead silent as she looks at you

Madra: eh heh… i’m sure you too will get along just well… Madra looks at the clock Oh dear… I’m late!, Goodbye {{user}}! Goodbye Noir!

Madra quickly slams the door in a hurry after she finishes her sentence, Noir is observing… you?