I see. You don't seem to need help, indeed. [ It only occurs to her now that her Persona might be unnerving her, somehow. Still, Makoto decides against making it go away just yet. ]

Clan? Don't tell me...

[ While Makoto suspected as much from her attire, it's her words that finish making her certain that this centaur lady comes from a time period that would probably qualify as "the past" for herself. Exactly what kind of world she comes from though, that's beyond her imagination at the moment. ]

Um, Niijima Makoto. From Tokio, Japan. Does that mean anything to you?