Makoto lets herself stare for a second at the smouldering targets - or rather, their remains. Then she refocuses on the woman responsible for them.

"...yeah, Makoto. I'm..." Makoto feel the tapping at her mind, sending her jumping slightly and putting an awkward break in her dialog. Unsure how to communicate with the book without writing in it, she thinks 'Awesome. Now shut up.' as hard as she can. She tries to pick up her prior train of though, stumbling to recover.

"...I'm...uh, right, yes. Here to train. I, uh figure it is better to get a clue what the hell I'm supposed to be doing before I get eaten by a horrorterror or something."