[ He sighs, shaking his head. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" and all that. But her continued interest in his story is comforting. She cared more than the Curti Center seemed to, for sure. The grim facade falters when he realizes he doesn't know her name, and he barks out a hearty laugh. ]

Sure, sitting could be good, especially if we can get a little farther from... [ He frowns, a moment of green as the smell from the trash registers. ] ...the calzone.

[ Hunk scampers quickly to get away from his hubris, barely even waiting for Makoto. As soon as he gets to the bench, he smoothly plops his backpack down next to one side before turning back around towards her and extending a hand out for a handshake. ]

Nice to meet you, Makoto, I'm Hunk!