Nico's thoughts, in that moment, can be aptly summed up with huh. There's a fleeting glimmer of hope sparked by Akira's own admission, but it's too small to try and grab onto. Beyond that, Akiha's about as pleasant as she could hope anyone to be, but...

"Sure," she mumbles, colored by a strange sense of dissatisfaction. Her crepe's wrapper is thrown in the trash; it was so sweet it's left her throat a little clogged. "You're not weirded out?"