Mae had taken quite some time to munch upon leftover rice from the previous evening when the sound of movement would bring a gentle twitch to her ears. Startled, her eyes would widen to provide a lighter glow about her smooth cheeks, a plop of rice popping from her mouth as she coughed in response. Setting the small bowl and chop sticks upon the soft wood of the rave's floor, Makero would pull herself to her knees and twist around to peep over the bar's edge. Realizing that it was in fact Shaz that had sauntered in, she figured that springing up in excitement probably wasn't the best option. Due to Shaz's recent reactions to oddities, Mae felt it necessary to softly lick the full of her lips and quietly squeak in her direction, "Hai Shazzie."