[She's sort of stuck in place. The nod helps, but Fukawa's still unsure if she wants to swoop in and help. This is very much outside of her expertise, and she feels quite foolish now that they're meeting face to face.
She pulls at her knuckles. Purses her lips. Why did she have to be named Sakura, of all things? Sure, it's as common as dirt back home, everyone knew at least three. It's just, well. Hard to shuck the memories away.
Nightmares, rather.]
F-Fukawa. [Sakura might feel bold, but she won't offer her given name in return. That's far too familiar.] Um. Isn't that b-bad practice for medicine? You don't know where I've been.
she's rude and refuses honorifics too, so plain old sakura it is
She pulls at her knuckles. Purses her lips. Why did she have to be named Sakura, of all things? Sure, it's as common as dirt back home, everyone knew at least three. It's just, well. Hard to shuck the memories away.
Nightmares, rather.]
F-Fukawa. [Sakura might feel bold, but she won't offer her given name in return. That's far too familiar.] Um. Isn't that b-bad practice for medicine? You don't know where I've been.