Kanan wasn't entirely sure what to make of the wide-eyed look her new friend had just shot at her, and unconsciously, she imitated Kyoko's expression, though Kanan's looked less astonished, and more like the sort of face a deer might make in the wake of oncoming headlights. She said nothing, however, no "Why are you looking at me like that?" or "Did I say something strange?" Instead, she waited politely, curiosity flashing through her eyes as Kyoko bent to rummage through her backpack.
Shock hit her full on when she recognized the cover of the magazine that Kyoko had withdrawn from the cavernous recesses of the satchel, and she knew immediately what she would see looking back at her when she lifted her eyes to study the page held up for her perusal. The pale cheeks reddened faintly, and she rubbed at her upper arm with one hand, glancing away sheepishly, and cleared her throat quietly.
「ええ、俺は京ちゃんがその原料に注意を払って驚いています。」 "Ah... well, I'm surprised you pay attention to that stuff," Kanan murmured, unable to meet the other girl's eyes. She really hadn't expected to be caught out, simply because of her name. Granted, Kanan wasn't exactly a common name, nor the sort of nickname one would ordinarily give; she could've introduced herself as Kanda-kun, Nao-gun, or even Nakkun, and it would have made more sense. Kyoko was quick, Kanan would give her that. No wonder she'd earned a scholarship.
Instantly, she was reminded of Reyoko, her closest (and only, really) female friend from back home, but she shoved that memory aside viciously. She wasn't going to bring down those around her any further with her misery. Instead, she finally lifted her eyes to stare at Kyoko coolly, her grin an odd mixture of shyness and confidence. She'd already slid out from the chairs by this point, and led the way down the aisle to the other people who had been gathered near her before they had all piled onto the bus.
「うん、それが俺だ。それはそれを言って、京ちゃんのようなものだが、ヂスフォリヤは本当に有名にか何かになっていない。我々がまだ行くには距離がある。」 "Yeah, that's me. It's kind of you to say such a thing, but we haven't really become famous or anything. We still have a long way to go." She dropped onto the aisle seat behind the two boys, and offered Kaori and Megan a smile and a short wave.
"Sa--nkyuu," (Thank you.) she managed, her voice lower than that of a normal female. It wasn't quite a baritone or a tenor, being more on the deeper end of alto, but her tone, combined with the decidedly androgynous appearance that bordered on masculinity, contrived to give people the idea that 'she' was a 'he,' a misconception that she never bothered to fix. It didn't help that she was wearing the boy-type uniform of the school from whence she'd originally come. It didn't seem that English came easily to her, and she fished a small dictionary and phrasebook from her back pocket. Flipping through it hurriedly, she located what she wanted, and lifted her head to eye the two girls, echoing Kyoko's sentiment to them. "Itto isu naisu to meet'chu. I amu..." (It is nice to meet you. I am...) There was a bit of hesitation there. She knew how she'd say her name when introducing herself in her native country, but this was America and she was reasonably certain that they did things a little differently. At least, she thought she recalled such a thing in her English classes, when she'd actually bothered to tune into the program, rather than scribbling bars of music on her notes. "Naoki Kanda," she continued, for the benefit of Megan, mostly, as she'd already introduced herself to Kaori and Kyoko. And possibly for the benefit of the two boys in front of her, should they have been listening.