"As an accident, but yes. And it has stubbornly remained in place on my phone since then." Mitsuru raises her head at the voice, just catching the saunter. It's brief, but there's something about it that puts her own back up. She was already holding her head up high before; now she seems incredibly stiff, rigid... and above everything else, in control.

"...Why do you wish to know?" Mitsuru stares at this newcomer, eyes narrowing and turning her head by a touch; trying to measure and mentally record everything she sees. Maybe she's a few inches shorter than he is (and dearly, dearly missing her high heeled boots) but she does an admirable performance of meeting his gaze.