Momoko jumped slightly, startled. She'd allowed herself to become absorbed into the work, as though she was safely back home in her bedroom, Ichigo's jacket in her hands. She blinked and looked over at the woman, opening her mouth to reply to the greeting automatically before her eyes fell on her hands and the tangle of knots.

Her eyebrows and mouth both twitched in amusement, which colored her voice as she said, "Good afternoon."