[Ha, well. Given her current experience with Recollé, Sakura would agree if she could hear her sister's thoughts -- keeping quiet wasn't the smartest decision she's ever had.

With a tiny sigh, she tries to put her thoughts in order, leaning more fully against one of the lockers. It squeaks on rusty, aged hinges underneath her weight.]

They think we're living together, of course -- or at least in the dorms. [The dutiful older sister keeping an eye on the younger, less experienced youth. Oh, their parents ate it up.]

I promised myself if I couldn't find you by New Years, I'd ask for their help, but... [A gesture Rin can't see, aimed at the changing room. It seems there's no need for that anymore]