The expression on Mitsuru's face matched up roughly with what one might see on a cat stuck out in the rain. Displeased, uncomfortable, but taking great pains to face it all with as much dignity as possible.

…Which was a bit negligible, considering the leaves trying to stick themselves in her hair. Mitsuru was fighting a two pronged battle, between trying to keep some semblance of control and cleanliness, and managing her pack. She really wasn't looking forward to pitching tents.

Still, she had stamina to spare, thanks to late night runs in Tartarus. It didn't take very many strides for her to catch up with the small group. She was able to pick M'gann out easily, but couldn't say much about the other two, beyond categorizing them as classmates.

She was able to catch the tail end of the question, and answered it while falling into pace with the others.

"Emerald sponsorship. And, afternoon to you, Mors."