"Oh, I always hated mixers!" Ichinose laughed, easily remembering how often people got uncomfortable around her - didn't matter if she was completely sober or not. "But you're affable, sensitive - you're good at sensing where someone wants to take a conversation, aren't you?"

Not like her. God, she tried. She did her god damn best. Friendly, trying to focus on what she knows...

H-hey... she's just goin' on and on...

Does she even notice us talking right now?

Ah, right, right.

"AND! You don't let me run you over in the conversation. You would've been fiiiine. But I'm glad you invited me anyway. I get to eat and drink like crazy and enjoy the weather before it becomes sweltering."