Shiori stares for a solid minute at the empty stage, scanning over it with a confused frown. She's supposed to paint 'marks' on it, but the exact marks to paint are up to.. well, up to her, technically, as the one holding the paints right now. But that just feels.. wrong. She can't just do whatever she wants here, precisely because there is nothing she wants. She is nothing but the wants of others, and without others..
Choice paralysis has her locked in place, standing stock still on the stage with the box of paints still clutched in her hands. Her knuckles are starting to tremble from how hard she's gripping onto it. It certainly doesn't help that right now she's the only one on the stage at this moment, that fact alone making her breath faster than normal. It's too quiet. There's no orders in her ear. She doesn't know what to do.
Then Kaoru shows up, and all of Shiori's visible panic disappears the moment he picks up a brush. Oh thank god, someone's here, and better yet, he has ideas for the marks, and therefore something specific she can help with. She takes a deep breath in, regaining her composure, before putting the box down and then stepping over to Kaoru to give a small bow in his direction.
"Please let me know if you need any assistance with painting, Mr..?" She trails off, her tone lilting into a question near the end. Miss girl can't put a name to his face yet. Unfortunate.
