Her head snapped up at the mention of her name, blank grey eyes locking on the unknown girl, immediately tense and uncertain. Mukuro didn't know her. It wasn't unusual-- she'd never tried to socialize, there were probably countless students Mukuro wouldn't have been able to identify. She'd only needed Junko, and Junko had only needed her to pay attention to certain targets.

But now, after everything, for someone to recognize her-- she shifted her stance, subtly, ready for a fight even despite her shaking. The girl's voice and demeanor wasn't threatening in the slightest, but she had her training. Even when she'd lost everything else she had her training. "Yes," she answered, low and guarded, peering at her searchingly. "And you...?" If she was another student, maybe she knew what was going on. Maybe she wasn't really dead, maybe Junko really hadn't--