Reiko had finished unpacking most of her things, at least the things she had thought to bring with her. Her Bow was still in Tokyo, but she knew it was in safe hands with her team.

The medic was currently sitting on the floor in front of a window, her textbook open and an unlined tablet nearby, the page half full of Japanese writing. In front of the book was a cup of coffee, more cream and sugar than actual coffee. She reached over to turn the page, the book seeming to be read backwards, and grab the cup to take a sip.