[She smiles wryly, making sure to breathe evenly so her body knows to stay calm. She really doesn't want to mess this up. Angela is...even without her brother in the equation, even without the memories, Minako could see herself being friends with Angela. She sees a lot of the blond woman's smiles and happiness in herself. She doesn't want to lose the chance to get to know her better over something stupid she said, or over bad impressions.]

He's sort of tangentially related? [He always seems to be.] But I'll get into that later. First and foremost, I wanted to apologize to you.

[She folds her hands on the table in front of her, very still as she searches for the words that even an hour's worth of staring out over the street couldn't finish putting together in a satisfying way, and then looks resolutely, unblinkingly ahead at Angela.]

The post you made a while back on the network. The one with the poetry. I wanted to apologize in person for what I texted you. I've been an event coordinator for a while, and a volunteer for longer. It's my natural inclination to try and find a way to help if someone is in distress, even if I don't know them very well or at all. You didn't need any of that, that day. I spoke out of turn and was unthinkingly rude to you while you were upset. For all of that, I'm sorry.