It appeared that Kanan wasn't the sort to hold grudges, for once Nils had explained himself and she'd flipped through her dictionary, seeking out the definitions of the words she didn't know, she offered him a friendly grin and nodded. Both hands were lifted and she waved them around dismissively, hurriedly, as if to reassure him. "Maa, maa," the bassist said. "Nils-sensei, Is okay, okay. English this is true is not good. But I am learning, yes?"
Inwardly, she was confused. Why would her stage name have been listed on her school file? That didn't make a great deal of sense. Then again, Takumi had been the one filling out the paper, and he had a distressing tendency to overlook important details. Knowing him, he'd probably written Kanan in the line for her name, most likely in permanent ink, and Rey, unable to erase the mistake, had written in her actual name when the application had been handed to her for proofreading. Thanks to her laser focus in her classes, Rey could sound like a native speaker of English, and had learned how to read and write it just as well. She was usually in charge of all the paper work for the band.
Her confusion cleared up, Kanan shrugged. "Eto... either is fine? Call me Kanan. Or Naokkun. These are okay." Initially, she'd been surprised by the lack of honorifics from the students around her, and the fact that they seemed entirely comfortable addressing her, a virtual stranger, by her given name. But she reminded herself that she was no longer at home, and people here did things much differently. Understanding this, she let go of the knee-jerk reaction of yobisute.
Her attention returned to Kalah; it seemed as though the pretty redhead would be the first friend she made here, and she grinned abashed. There was a faint colour on her cheeks, and she chuckled, dimples flashing. "Aa-tsu... yes, I know of them," she murmured, adding silently Because I am part of them. She didn't say this aloud, but kept her lips zipped and listened to the girl's explanation, nodding along with the story politely. It baffled her entirely that her band was gaining popularity, even if it was only one fan, overseas. They'd barely even managed to get their first gig in one of the seedier nightclubs of Tokyo! And here they were, their demo tapes being sold to foreign fans.
She shook her head, still floored by this revelation, and when it occurred to her that Kalah had stopped speaking and was waiting for a response, the bassist replied without thinking, "If more music Kalah-san wants, the computer of Naokkun in his room has. It is not much, but there is some."
Both brows shot up when Kalah mentioned her room number, and Kanan laughed; it was a low, husky sound, somewhat hoarse. "Maa, Kalah-san has room next door. My room is 213." She nodded and lifted one hand, waggling her fingers in a polite return of the girl's friendly parting gesture. "Yeah, okay. It was nice to meet you, Kalah-san. See you later."
Left alone on the deck and not wishing to intrude on the budding romance happening nearby, Kanan shuffled off to her state room, and spent the next hour or so plucking at her bass. She'd had a song bubbling around in her head for the last week, but hadn't had the time to get it out, and she figured she'd use the time on the ship away from her friends to come up with some new material and practice. That way, when she finally met back up with them, once the cruise had reached her native home, she'd have plenty to add.
She was kind of glad that she didn't seem to have acquired a roommate as of yet; the quiet in the room was kind of nice, and excellent for focus. But it wasn't long before she'd penned all the melody that had been running through her brain, and she decided to go exploring. She'd never been on a ship before, and it was something of a novel, interesting experience. With cell phone in hand, she marched out of her room, intent on taking a ton of pictures to share with her band mates upon her return.