As Natsuru settles down into her seat, Karina takes the opportunity to give the other woman another look-over. Is it her imagination, or does Natsuru look a little... ill? Maybe it's just the lighting. She brushes the thought aside for now, motions imitating thought as she tucks away another errant strand of hair. "Yeah, I did hear," Karina affirms with a jerk of the head towards the stage. "And you can just call me Karina." It's a bit, no, totally weird to have someone speaking to her with titles and formalities when she can't even return the gesture. And hey, Natsuru is another singer, right? Karina mightn't have lost her competitive streak, but if the past few years have taught her anything, it's that friendships are more important than pointless rivalries or whatever.

"Are you going to get something to drink?" She cocks her head to one side. No, yeah, she definitely looks a bit ill... "Or even just water, maybe?"