[Whoa, whoa, hold the fucking phone!! He saw her performance at the Sports Festival? Ochako...can't really remember if Tomura ever told her that or not. He may have, but she'd probably forgotten, or never really took it to heart. Now though...she's sort of put on the spot about it. Nervous? Anxious? Embarrassed??
...Ochako looks around the house, as if expecting someone to be watching, and clears her throat before turning on the audio.]
Sorry, you can still text me, but it's easier for me to respond this way while I cook. You...um. [She's pulling out things from the fridge and pantry, putting her communicator to her shoulder and cheek.] Y-You said you watched me at...a-at the Sports Festival?
[Ochako pauses, and there's a thoughtful hum, tinged with nerves, and it's evident in how her voice shakes, tone getting soft.] H-How was it? Me. I-I mean...what did you think?
[Audio - still hella locked]
...Ochako looks around the house, as if expecting someone to be watching, and clears her throat before turning on the audio.]
Sorry, you can still text me, but it's easier for me to respond this way while I cook. You...um. [She's pulling out things from the fridge and pantry, putting her communicator to her shoulder and cheek.] Y-You said you watched me at...a-at the Sports Festival?
[Ochako pauses, and there's a thoughtful hum, tinged with nerves, and it's evident in how her voice shakes, tone getting soft.] H-How was it? Me. I-I mean...what did you think?