Shizu breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Nobody was answering her. In the inner Shizu, that was more than half welcome. She wasn't going to be expected to do anything absurd, or reveal anything further than she was comfortable with, now that their minds were off the game. A little tiny part of her was disappointed, though that particular voice was the black sheep of her thought processes.
When she looked up from her own thoughts, her eyes first fell on Hanako (the absurd image of the tan kept drawing Shizu's gaze, like a child viewing something incomprehensible), then Takeyu, then Jalen. Shizu should have thanked Jalen the moment he mentioned the extra package, but Takeyu had been the faster. There was nothing for it - she would have to wait, and thank him some time else. It seemed appropriate.
"You do look a little tired," she found herself saying, "If it is not private, is something the matter?"