She's used to that kind of informality — certainly she can't stop Iori from putting his feet up on the table in the dorm lounge — but that doesn't mean she has to engage in it herself. To say it can be difficult to get Mitsuru to relax is a bit of an understatement.

She shakes her head at the abortive offer. "That's all right. I'm afraid I'm not old enough yet, regardless." Her bearing and looks may suggest otherwise, but Mitsuru is only eighteen, and even in Japan not yet of age to drink. Even if there were real alcohol here, she's not sure she'd try it.

"This 'god'... Has anyone tried to communicate with it?"