Sakura was very keenly aware of her own body and her surroundings as the catgirl woke up and got her bearings.  The view was lovely, and those hands were in a position that was- ...delicate, but she supposed she didn't mind.  This would be very easy to misinterpret if anyone else were to happen upon them, though, especially given the other woman's current state of dress.  Skimpy, scantily-clad, it looked more like underwear than any sort of proper outfit...<br/><br/>If she was talking about planets, did that mean that she was from space?  And if she was, did all aliens dress like this?<br/><br/><em>"Oh.  Hello there.  Uhm.  I should probably move, huh?  You're bleeding.  You okay?"</em><br/><br/>"Eh?  Oh, um, y-yes, I'm fine."  Once some actual attention was drawn to it, the magical girl quickly raised her hand up to her nose, trying to stop the bleeding.  "G-greetings, my name is Sakura.  Um, what's yours, if you don't mind me asking?"<br/><br/>Of course, she had avoided answering the question about moving.  She was quite comfortable being exactly where she was at that moment, especially with the rather lovely view it afforded her.