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[The first shot of Fuuka that Iris transmits is of her in a posture that her friends from home might recognize; eyes closed, head down, with her hand curled around the necklace she'd been given when she arrived, she looks pretty much exactly as she does when she's concentrating within the protective confines of Juno-- except for the jeans and orange shirt (which is doing wonders for her coloration). But it doesn't last long; she opens her eyes and while there's clarity there, there's also a certain anxiety. There's a lot she's confused about-- not the least of which is what this place itself is, even though there's been some explanation to her already. To have been plucked from her home and planted here in New York is a major adjustment, and she's a little off-kilter because of it.

But she's putting on a brave face here, sitting on her bedroll in a corner of Cabin 11. It's not home-- it's not comfortable like the Iwatodai dorms were, or even tolerable like her parents'-- no, they weren't her parents, were they? They'd never been her real parents. Really, that was something of a relief-- but also a mixed feeling of sadness and hurt. She'd never been enough for them.

But that didn't matter anymore. She'd just have to make herself enough for the true parent she had.]

I... I should say hello, I think. My name is Fuuka Yamagishi, and I'll be in your care-- well, we'll all be in one another's care-- [She flushes, a little awkwardly. When she resumes, her voice is small again.] Anyway, I'm... glad to be here. In a way. And I'll do my best to be of help, so...

[She drops her head again, bowing a bit formally.]

It's a pleasure. Please take good care of me.

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[Fuuka may not know this boy-- okay, definitely does not know him-- but she knows that kind of expression, and her brows furrow as she tries to figure out how to fix the mistake she's obviously made... whatever it is.]

Ah-- can I ask your name? [She's not really good at introducing herself unprompted, or asking for things, or confrontation of any kind, but she's hoping if she can build a bond like she does with her friends, if she can make a single friend today, it will both make him stop looking so pained and also bode well for the rest of her time in this... camp...

Besides, they may all be strangers here, but there are ways to fix that.]

It's Minato. [He's not going to bother with the Arisato, or getting asked the same question again. Are you related to someone you've never heard of?]

Nice to meet you.

[She smiles, a little reassuring.] It's nice to meet you, too, Minato-san.

Have you... been here long? You seem like you're pretty comfortable with this place.

Not really. [He's trying to seem more distant with every word. He doesn't like the way this feels inside of him.]

I'm used to moving around.

[And Fuuka would be a terrible Navigator-- and even worse, her intuition would be horrendously off-- if she didn't pick up on that distance. It bothers her, a little, because they're all in this together... but she can't force it.]

A-Ah, well... then I'm glad there's the chance of getting used to it here. I-- [Oh, this is a little awkward.] I hope that I do, too. Eventually.

Cabin 11 is friendly. [Friendly enough. They'll take care of Fuuka, at least, he thinks.]

It takes some time, but you'll be all right.

It has been so far. I guess I just have to step out of my comfort zone a little, right? This isn't Gekkoukan. I can't just hide behind my friends anymore.

Still, thank you. It's heartening to hear it!

You'll make new ones.

[Wait.]

But be careful of some of them.

Be... careful? Of who?

Most of the ones who yell. [Xanxus in particular doesn't seem friendly.]