Luce? From Flower over Bones? You know her?

[Makoto looks at the other girl and at the offered hand. Of course she knows her. She looks like she fits right in this place. Like she was made to flitter around with all the other pretty people.

Hesitantly, she takes her hand because the thought of a quiet corner where she's not so daunted sounds like the best thing ever.]

I'm not so sure yet, but I'll take your word on the whole not biting thing.