It had been nice to feel normal again, or as normal as she could feel with the awareness of what she'd been doing and saying for the last while. But that feeling had evaporated after talking to Julian at breakfast, and now Yuuko was feeling inexplicably guilty. Because she was getting better and would be leaving him behind? Or maybe she was just clinging too much to her delusions. If so, that needed to be corrected - she had to get back to her life, her real life.

She shook her head once, firmly, trying to dismiss that lingering guilt, but instead her attention fell upon a rather familiar shock of red hair. Oh. Him. It didn't make all that much sense now for her to have such an intense hatred for the man; with that hair it wasn't as though he really could be Japanese or anything, much less a Choushuu assassin. And even if she'd only dreamed that part about stabbing him she still...well, felt bad about it. Just because she'd fixated on him, or something.

Well, even though she hadn't seen a response from "Robin," she could still at least apologize to one person she'd wronged in the past. Although she should probably be a little careful about it, this time. It wouldn't do to upset him if he was still clinging to his own delusions.

She moved over toward where he sat, and once close enough politely asked, "I beg your pardon, but...would you mind company?"