Satoru's dressed in her 'casual' version of high fashion, which in this case is a graphic t-shirt a couple sizes too small combined with low-cut jeans, so she's showing about six inches worth of solidly muscled abdomen. Fortunately for Suguru, she's only wearing flat sneakers and not the heels that she likes in public.

"Hi, Suguru," she says cheerily, crowding into her rival's space and elbowing forward into the room, planning to just push her way in unless Suguru puts her entire weight into trying to keep her out. "This your room? Hm. Mine's bigger."

It is. But it doesn't have as good of a view, Gojo notices, as she swings by the window and takes a look out, admiring the city skyline. Then she continues on, poking into Suguru's things with shameless curiosity.