Minako scoffed in indignation. "Akihiko-senpai, you're being paranoid again! I'm not even sweaty!" She walked here, after all!

He really, honestly worried too much. A bunch of worry-warts, all of them.

Minako followed Akihiko compliantly to the sitting area of the cabin, looking over the empty bunks with considerable curiosity. He had this whole place to himself...either he was really lonely, or really lucky. She wasn't quite sure which, just yet.

Once they sat, Akihiko didn't wait long before finally divulging what was on his mind.

"I think if we all sit down and put our heads together, we can at least figure out some of what's going on." She has some theories, but none that she thinks the rest of SEES are ready to hear..."And Minato-kun...between the two of us...well, we seem to remember everything, outside of each other."

Were they supposed to know each other? Were they somehow the missing link in all this?

But there's still a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, and she's not sure how to breach the subject. So she just goes out and asks. "...how's Shinjiro-senpai?"

Her voice is all hush-hush over the question, and she weaves her fingers together and buries her hands in her lap.