Nico isn't sure 'awe' is the best word for what she's feeling at present. Well-- it's part of it, to be sure, because this place somehow manages to look even bigger on the inside, and it was entirely too big on the outside to begin with -- but on top of that, there's an unshakable sense of supreme discomfort.

To start off with, if this sort of interaction is what Akiha considers 'like family', Nico really doesn't want to imagine what her actual family must be like. The air in the room is so tense she can practically feel it buzzing.

Then there's that feeling she always gets when she visits Maki's house, of all her insides locking up, like if she so much as breathes the wrong way she'll end up toppling over a priceless antique that her great-great-grandchildren will be still working to pay back until the day they die. Except Akiha's house is about ten times bigger than Maki's, so the feeling is accordingly ten times worse.

But, well, she came here to talk with Akiha. Not like she can keep standing in the entranceway forever, even if that does feel like her safest bet. Nico gulps, steels herself, then nods. "Yeah, uh, s-sure. Let's go."

With her shoulders squared up, arms bolted straight to her sides, and her legs clunky with over-cautiousness, her walk would be best described as that of a robotic penguin. Still, she follows Akiha to her room all the same.