Dia blinks three times in succession, expression growing wearier with each one. She quickly reaches for Mari, taking hold of her uniform sleeve between her fingertips, and shakes her head.

She doesn't want to put it off. She's been planning this conversation in her head this whole time, and if there's something Dia hates, it's getting wrenches thrown in her plans.

"Let's just go to the hotel, please." She knows Mari means well, but...

"... I'd like to be alone with you."