[Ochako swiftly shakes her head, giving him a shaky thumbs up with a very strained smile. He makes it so easy... So, so easy to tease and pick on him... It takes a minute for her to calm down again, quiet giggles drowned out by the crowd as they walk along. Ochako is sticking as close as she can to her friend, but she can't help but get distracted by how much there is to see.

She's never been to America, probably never will go ever unless by some miracle, so she's quick to take it all in. It's not terribly different, but Ochako does gawk at the towering palm trees often use for decoration, and the colorful architecture of some of the buildings. However, the most interesting of everything is...the people. As she observes, her expression drops from awestruck and fascinated to solemn, and thoughtful...brows knit together.]

Hey, Bakugo-kun? Um...I just noticed something... [She chews her lip, then hurries her pace to walk alongside him, lowering her voice a bit and leaning in.] Maybe it's not my place to judge, but...isn't it weird? Everyone looks...normal. I-I mean, I don't see any outward quirks on anybody.

[Which isn't impossible, but just highly improbable. Which is why it's so bizarre that no one looks even a little similar to, say...Mina, or Tokoyami, or hell...even Ejiro with his tail.]