Isana thought she could feel a vein on her forehead twitch slightly in her annoyance, but she took Mosaro's hand anyway.<span style="font-style: italic">He didn't even bother to remove the damn glove . . .</span>She retrieved her hand as soon as it was politely possible. "It is not," Isana insisted, realizing that if he did continue pushing his point, she may accidentally end up in a childish argument. As she was about to dismiss her previous statement, someone else joined them.<br/><br/>While it was known that Zassou and Houruichi had never got along due to them always competing for one of the top spots in the festival, Isana had known some students from Zassou. Not all of them were arrogant blockheads, rather the opposite of the common Houruichi's student beliefs. She had met Shinjiro recently when he seemed to have trouble figuring which bus he had to take. While they were from rival schools, this was no competition, thus she helped him to get on a bus before curfew began.<br/><br/>"Hello," she waved, "We can talk, I've just finished my work. So what do you want?" Isana made no move to change her current position even if Shinjiro wanted to speak in private. "Help and advice . . . I'll see what I can do. Ask away!"