Disturbingly Distant, Similarly Different [Abalia, Makoto]

It didn't get any better, she was no closer to clarity than when she had started. Was she being toyed with? Abalia was not the type, no way. Makoto almost shook her head to get the unrealistic image out of her head, rather it occurred to her that Abalia just didn't understand where she was getting hung up about this.

"Of course I do."

She took pride in her cooking skills, surely the captain commander didn't intend to cook her a meal? This was going from bad to humiliating. Her superior officer and rolemodel in her quarters.. cooking her a meal.. she didn't know what to do in response. The fact she had mentioned Makoto's quarters specifically didn't go unnoticed either which added to her struggling attempts to not want to be overt and upfront. No way did she want to insult Abalia by asking her what she meant but she got no answers.

"What do you mean fill my off-duty hours? I sleep, I read, I engage with my fellow members of the division.. although, I can cook myself, I assure you. It's not necessary to do that for me, ma'am."

The things she did in her spare time almost seemed normal, if she had purposely left out that she read learning material rather than leisurely things and engaging with division members was trying to make herself remember they weren't evil and something she should loathe just for being people.

Makoto was still getting over the image of Abalia cooking for her, taking care of her even though she was perfectly fine in her own head. Well, as fine as Makoto could be really. Abalia wasn't her mother for one and the seated officer valued her ability to be able to function independently as much as possible, if she could teach herself to do it then she would so she didn't need to rely on people as much. They were welcome to rely on her though.