Her ponytail lays on her shoulder, the purple strands about as messy as she feels half the time. She gazes into the nothing in front of her, not sure why she's here, really. Both in the existential way, and in the literal, 'why the hell is she just standing there', kinda way. Standing... Nothing... When all of the sudden, the empty air her eyes happened to be glued (haphazardly slapped against to see what sticks, more like) to is filled with colors, patterns, shapes and the like, as she realizes the nothing she wasn't looking at was... Oh, a person. Yes, she knows what those are.

"..." She doesn't say, somehow managing to sound monotone as ever despite not making a sound. Mafuyu was never one for smalltalk, or bigtalk for that matter, even back when she put up fronts and pretended like she was. Well,, she's pretty sure, at least...? She'll figure it out. Anyways, whatever they have to say, she's listening, even if she doesn't make an effort look like it; what with her blank staring at their face and all.