Mimiru eventually awakens from her nap on the rooftop and heads back down into the school, making a beeline down the stairs toward the exit.  As she goes, though, she overhears a couple of third-year girls standing at their lockers whispering to one another while she passes:<br/><br/>"That's the one Tomoe-chan is always hanging around?  No way!  She looks like a total tramp!"<br/><br/>"No kidding, right?  Tomoe-chan must be a little slut, too.  You can't always judge by looks and grades, huh?"<br/><br/>The punk rock girl didn't stop, or even pause for a tic; she just reached over mid-stride and put her hand on the back of the second girl's head, and then introduced it unceremoniously to the door of her locker.  Truth be told, she didn't slam her head<em>that</em>hard--she isn't even bleeding!--but the combination of the extremely loud, hollow bang and the tendency of teenage girls to overreact to any sort of physical contact leads to quite a scene, with the offended girl howling and her friend clutching her protectively, shouting after Mimi, "You psycho bitch!  Someone should call the cops on you!"<br/><br/>Mimiru didn't even turn around to face her as she continued on her way.  She just brought one hand up and pantomimed a quaking duck with her fingers and thumb over her shoulder.  "Yeah, yeah," she replies in a completely dismissive tone, trying not to smirk.  "I'm going, I'm going.  Tell the disciplinary committee I'll be at Escapade tonight if they want to drop their pea-sized balls and say hello."<br/><br/>That was slightly satisfying.  Though...  now that she thinks about it, she isn't going to have the school trying to call her mother and getting call-forwarded to an uncaring secretary, this time.  They're probably going to call whoever's in charge of good order and discipline at her dorm, who<em>might</em>actually pick up.  Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later...