Mimiru actually remains in class until lunch period--perhaps feeling a pang of guilt for arriving late?--but as soon the the bell rings she's looking for someplace to go to skip class.  The town's most likely going to be dead today, even Paulownia Mall is generally a ghost town during the day this early in the year.  There haven't been enough borderline-dropouts and discipline problems formed yet to properly populate the station, either, which means the crowd there would be much nastier than usual; actual criminals and gangs, rather than kitschy ganguro girls, wannabe-thugs, and the like diluting the level of simmering violence down to an acceptable degree.<br/><br/>The rocker chick finally settles on just going up to the roof for now--shit, maybe she'll even go back to class!--to light one up.  The fact Aryn is there doesn't really seem to bother her, she just lights right up and sits down on one of the benches with her guitar laid across her lap--one leg crossed over the other to get it up closer to her chest, skirt hiked up to keep it out of the way--staring out toward the bay.  After a few puffs off her cigarette, she inclines her head toward him with a slightly worrisome manic smirk, "Any requests?"