[Don't mind her, she'll just be poking her cheeks as subtly as she can manage and shooting a glance at her hand to make sure her makeup hadn't smudged and her fake nails were in place.

It didn't strike her that poking it was going to make any potential smudging issues in her foundation even worse than they were already. Perhaps it was a side effect of some emotional insecurity interacting with the weirdness of this world, but she ended up with her eyeliner impressively streaked onto her cheek.]

A few years? But that isn't possible...

[She wouldn't normally question her sister, but unless the last couple of years at Hope's Peak were some fever dream or there was another person running around posing as Junko, it didn't add up.

And of course she was going to think about it, now Junko had brought it up.]

I was talking to you - well - Monokuma, just before I woke up here. If that wasn't you, then who...?

[The thought made her shiver. She wasn't sure what would cause Junko greater despair - the idea that someone else had controlled Monokuma and killed her before she could, or the idea that Junko herself had done it.

She'll get back to you on that dragging your reputation through the mud in a minute.]