[ Ryouma(?) nods a couple times - I'm fine, I'm fine - and at least composes herself faster this time. She wipes the tears from her eyes, idly lamenting that she's such a mess the first time she's ever gotten a chance to be even a little beautiful. ]

Sorry, I'm okay, I'm just... really happy...

[ There's a lot going on that would be hard for her to put into words. She just had something she's felt in secret for her entire life validated by the physical laws of the universe itself. ]

I don't really know how much you can answer, but I do have a lot of questions. Like... why did I end up here, like this? What are you doing here? Why are we dressed like this...?

[ "How do I get back" could be a pertinent question, too, but it's the furthest thing from her mind. ]