"I... I see." It seems to be a common theme, finding herself off balance in this world. The offer and talk of friendship should not be pushing her that off kilter. Mitsuru tells herself that... and yet, despite her thoughts, Mitsuru finds herself stepping back; all of a sudden the space feels a touch constricted, and she needs space to breath and gather her words.

Space. And distance.

"I do appreciate the offer," Mitsuru forces herself to continue; she doesn't need to add any awkward pauses to this situation. "As an... an ally... I would wish to speak to you more."

Crossing her arms over her chest seems to help with the word flow. And does something to center Mitsuru.

"Yes; that would serve us both quite well, since we ARE both adrift in this. It would do to watch the other's back... and I seem to recall you were quite the scholar, before? We may both benefit from sharing notes."

There. That's professional, and suitably business-driven.