Compared to most of the group, nothing seemed too wrong about Sayuri outwardly. Despite having had to deal with everything at once compared to the others who had been doing this for longer and hardly having been able to sleep ever since it all went down, the girl made sure to attend to all her classes as if nothing happened. She even tried her best to look just as presentable as usually, trying to cover up the dark circles at her eyes as well as she could, even though it might still be a little apparent. If anything was a testament of her discomfort with everything, it was the way she walked in while trying to avoid looking anyone at all directly in the eye. Her mannerisms were almost vaguely similar to some sort of tiny scared animal.

She didn't bother talking to anyone, but at least everyone was more or less quiet after what happened a few days ago either way. And it wasn't like that was too weird for Sayuri's kind of behaviour either way - even on the rescue mission itself she had hardly dared to speak up.

So instead the girl quietly sought out a place to sit down, folding her hands in her lap with her gaze glued to the floor.