[ Misaki blows her nose loudly, sniffles, squares her shoulders, and straightens up, which in her case involves literally floating upward a few inches. It's okay. She's okay. She just... needed a moment. ]

Uh-huh. The whole "too cool to act like I care about my friends" thing. I've been there, you know. And hey, if I'm still around in your world, you can tell that me to... I dunno. Watch out for blond jerks in glasses, I guess.

[ A watery smile. ]

I'll leave the narrative to you, Saegusa-san. You're the strategist, right? I'm just a DJ, after all. Look, I just wanted to say... thanks. For not being an alien. And, you know. For everything else.