[ She does just the same as him, carefully slipping the coin into the box and bowing twice, clapping twice—she closes her eyes as her fingertips brush her forehead, breathing softly. Elizabeth's never felt awkward doing anything, and mimicking a ritual like this is no exception.

No, it's actually... fairly calming, though she wonders if she should direct this to any particular god? The only one she's aware of is Yato... so him, she supposes. Hmmm. There's a certain reverence to this too, so when she speaks, she keeps her voice soft. ]

I've found the one I know to be rather kind... Strong and decisive and with quite a history of delinquency, but kind. A few of my friends are the same way as well. [ Elizabeth hangs with a crowd that's at least good at heart, and that's what matters? That's what matters. ] He's on the app, so perhaps you'll chance meeting him one day.