[Ah. Finicky, as always. Mukuro won't comment; she expects this kind of thing from Trish by now, and there's a sense of it being something acceptable to complain about. Everyone goes through horrific things here, and there's serious, awful stuff to bring up instead, but - well, that's usually painful to someone, sometime. Petty small stuff like this - it's a safe topic.

So she just hums, tail swaying slowly behind her.]

I'm glad. I mean - I'm not really used to - making friends, still. I guess.

[It still feels strange to even say. She picks up a rice ball, nibbles at it as she thinks.]

Most of my other friends... they live nearby, so I can keep an eye on them. But they're also - all different monster types. We all have some stuff in common, but...

[She shrugs one shoulder, taking another bite. Chews, swallows, manages to look back towards Trish, quietly earnest and unsure.]

...You're a were, too, so - I wanted to make sure I was - helping.

[Tell someone they're your kouhai without saying they're your kouhai.]