She stepped backwards, shyly easing the arms she had twined about his neck to fall at her side, even as her head ducked downwards. Amazingly enough, the faint light seemed to illuminate a brigthening blush the spread upwards from beneath the collar of her thin shirt. As it blazoned along her slanted cheekbones, she shot Bob a shy, tender gaze from the screen of dark, thick lashes on her eyes.

"Salamat, gnung Bob, po," she said softly, her body seeming to sway a bit as she spoke. Thank you, Mr Bob, sir... Her eyes dropped once more and her little pink tongue appeared, making a circle upon her full lips, leaving them pearlescent with moisture.

She turned away, shy once more, and turned to place her little wooden bowl and her little satchel on the bamboo and coconut desk against the wall.

Even more than the huge room, it was filled with quite wonderful and utilitarian furniture, another thing she was unused to.

Mayumi moved and stood before Bob, her eyes still lowered even as she softly murmured,

"I can never thank you enough, Bob, po!"