Satoru's eyes linger a little on how Suguru deals with their people. It's smoothly done, better than Satoru's handling, and Satoru hasn't gotten to see quite this side of her, matured from the people skills she had as a teen. Satoru's better with the showy PR of public events. Even though she's good to her people and they like her, she's a little jealous of Suguru's ease at it. Her ... kindness.

She'd forgotten Suguru could be so kind. She'd used to think Suguru was the kindest person she knew. After Suguru had left, none of them thought of her as kind anymore.

Surprised when Suguru drags her off like that, Satoru follows without argument, blinking but quiet as Suguru pulls her into the green room and chatters away, but then she falls into workshopping it easily. "Bass, definitely. Keyboard. Use my keyboardist, let her put just a little bit of synth in there. Not too much, I promise. But I want to lay just a little bit of awe in there. People are going to realize that something incredible is happening, but we want to emphasize that and have them feel it viscerally, too. Little bit of a thrill." Satoru raps her knuckles lightly against Suguru's belly to indicate 'feel it there'. "Can't believe I'm gonna have to stand next to you at the Grammys. Gross."