She doesn't trust this place, but when someone comes from a world that is home to drug traffickers and abductions and selling of people, she's even more distrusting of the circumstances that practically become a breeding ground for less than pleasant things to happen. Alcohol, at its very least, is a prime cultivator.

Still, Naoto isn't necessarily on the look out for problems so much as she's trying to get a sense of where she is and how she got here. Although others seem to be just as confused and the host has claimed drinking as responsible for hazy memories ( she does feel somewhat disoriented enough to potentially believe it ), it's not a good enough answer for her.

Her search has led her to the back rooms now, and while she is careful not to disturb anyone, she will explore any room that the door is open to. Which, she supposes is how she finds herself staring down at this girl not much older than Nill ( and really, isn't that probably the only reason she's still here after noticing her sleeping rather than quietly retreating? ). Finally, she leans forward to gently put a hand to her shoulder, but not before speaking to hopefully not scare her quite as much when she feels the touch.

"Hey... wake up."