[Fuuka is a little bit caught off-guard by a stranger responding so kindly to her. It's a throwback from her bullying-victim days, this momentary cautiousness, and short-lived; though she doesn't recognize the young man at all, she feels-- gut-deep, intuitively-- that he's not trying to fool her. And just as intuitively, she believes him. Though her expression is shy, her smile only pauses a second before showing itself.]

I hope so. So far, everyone's been... [Well, not necessarily kind; the staff she's met were a mixed bag. But her fellow campers hadn't been cruel, and really that was a victory.] They've been good to me.

Ah, but I should thank you. It's really nice of you to reassure me. [Please try to not be too upset about the expression of blank non-recognition, Minato. She's still glad to meet you, no matter which parallel universe she's coming from.]