"Did it? ...I see." Mami's at a loss for what to say, how to spin that remark into a conversation much less uncomfortable than this. She sucks in a breath of the cool night air and begins walking up the hill toward Utena. Measured, careful steps - she doesn't want to trip and fall. The memory of the last time that happened is already enough to set her cheeks aflame.

Mami sits down beside Utena, keeping a respectful distance. She, too, curls her legs against her chest and hugs them there, chin resting on her knees; it's warmer that way, and soothes her nerves on some primal and half-forgotten level. "...thank you. I had been walking around for awhile, and this is a good spot to rest. It has a nice view, even."