Stepping out into the hallway and turning too face those two, a squeak escaped her lips involuntarily at the site of their rank insignia before she could catch it.  She breathed, remembering faintly her father teaching her these exercises in her dreams, and her classmate Isashi Arima doing similar things.<br/><br/>For a moment her eyes narrowed at the question of why these men where so deep into the section where the rooms had yet too be filled, but then she noted how loud and animated their conversation had grown and smiled, admiring the respect they showed their neighbors.  She dipped back into her room and quickly brewed up a pot of her favorite green tea and a portable tea setting.  Carrying the pot by the handle, she came back out and approached them.  She bowed as she drew near and spoke with a smile, "Good morning,<em>senpai</em>," she addressed them with a title for those who were her senior in the organization.  "Please forgive my boldness, but may I offer you some tea?"  With no one too introduce her, she hoped they would ask for her name.  Too force her introduction upon them would not be at all polite.