A twisted, bitter knife stabs Akako right through the stomach -- Mama, I'm still hungry... -- at Haru's words. "...I see."

(If the cognitive realm was a way for her to provide for her family during her worst times...well. She subtly eyes the Kirijo Corporation's logo on a nearby ad.)

She swallows down the bile in her throat, gently brushing the sickly hands of the past from clinging to her skirt. "Normally I'd offer a coffee on me, but if money doesn't matter here...all I can offer is my company, if you'll have it." A polite, somewhat bashful smile to her impromptu tour guide.