[ Hana had some time with her mother, at least. She never knew her father--he was a casualty when the same colossal omnic that attacked Korea and its neighbors arose from the sea for the first time twenty years ago. Her mother died before Hana became a teenager; she has fond memories of the woman working so hard to raise her daughter by herself in a world thrust into war once again. It's why she easily defends Shiro's mother. It's why she likes her and grandmother so much. All of them, really.

She's a little lost in thought between recollections of Shiro's family and her own, for how little time she had one-- that her eyes widen in surprise again when she feels his hand on her cheek. His touch seems to send jolts through her body again, but--

It's his words that really electrify her and she lights up like a Christmas tree with a smile that's bright and excited and eyes that are wild and wanting and all of a sudden so very determined as she turns her body to face him fully, setting her soda down so she can reach up and grab him by the shoulders. ]

Are-- are you serious? For real, Shiro, you'd better not be joking. You can do that? Just-- take me out to space for a day? And write on the moon?!

That would be so awesome.