[ where was she when makoto and his friends were almost murdered by killer dolphins??? no jk, there was no helping what occurred when everyone went slantslide with the advent of the flood. he doesn't hold her accountable, even if does fit the damsel in distress archetype to a t, down to the compulsive hand-wringing and voice when he muddles through the interference and heads for higher ground. his voice is a lot clearer up on a rooftop than clinging to an emergency stairwell, and it helps keep his priorities in check while the flooding deluge stagnates around him. ]

I'm glad your girlfriend was able to make it out alright. [ he amends his latter statement, but he doesn't retract his affectionate term of address — even gou (sometimes kou) conceded to her given name with enough obstinance on his end, and it wasn't really the time to talk about vocal semantics when he was at his wit's end just trying to ascertain nonon's safety. makoto is definitely breathing easier knowing that she hasn't kicked the bucket and accordingly readjusts his anxieties to a new outlet. ]

I'm okay. My friends were ... hurt, so right now I'm just out searching for one of them while the other one is resting. Other than that, I'm not too badly off. I'm not sure about the state of my apartment now, though. [ a pause. ] You still haven't answered my question yet! How did your appointment with CERES go? Did it turn out well?