[Despite the grim turn of the conversation, Sayori nods.] Yeah. Everyone here is super reliable. And most of them are really nice.

[...Hm.

The smile slips from Sayori's face, replaced with a guilty furrow in her brow. Her hand falls from Monika's shoulder after a moment and ends up in her own lap, fidgeting.] ...I'm sorry a bunch of people yelled at you when you showed up.

[Everyone was so welcoming when Sayori was scared and alone, cut adrift from her own world. If she'd showed up to a reception like Monika's, she's not sure if she'd still be here.]