[ Maybe it's the fact that she's half in thought that gets her accosted by a younger teenager. Someone she's quick to note is probably about Iori's age, but age and rather they should be there are not isn't something she thinks of (why would she?). Instead she focuses on the items suddenly shoved in her hands and blinks down at them — Miyako laughs in amusement. It's the exact thing she's been doing to other people, after all, it seems there's some likemindness.

She doesn't really need it, but she's not going to be rude and turn it away: ] Thanks. I'm not thirsty, but I think Hawkmon gave his water away to someone else a bit ago, right?

[ She turns her head then to the over-sized, hawk-like creature who was coming back over. He mumbles something about he didn't think she'd noticed or something like that, but takes the offered good before offering a bow of his head. ] Nice to meet you, my boy. The name's Hawkmon.

And I'm Miyako. [ She flows on easily. Hawkmon goes about his drink and she thinks for a moment before going: ] Wanna take a walk with me? I think I saw someone over that way we should check in on.

[ This isn't directed at Hawkmon, but Tanjiro himself. ]