[ Oh...

Lola, were you...

Suddenly he feels a little crestfallen. (Also like a cold chill is creeping up the back of his neck. Is Lola being serious and responsible a sign of the apocalypse?) ]

I don't! [ A little... red-faced... Don't say he has a problem with shorts!! His problem with her isn't when she wears shorts. Lenalee's miniskirt is far more—a thing like that. His problem arises when she decides it's okay to start trying on dresses without upper body undergarments on.

But none of that really matters right now. ]

Lola—this is Miranda... [ It's a little hesitant on one hand because—is this really real? And introductions because—awkward? Hello Miranda, you're probably very confused both by where you are and why you're here, this is Lola who yes is his roommate. By the way you are now too (???).

And because that suddenly makes his throat tight, knowing exactly what she means. "No one knew where you went..." ]

...one of my friends. [ He's speaking a little more gently. Almost softly apologetic. ] From back home.

It's okay Miranda, it's not as [ horribly invasive ] strange as it seems. I can explain. [ Sort of...

The part about why she's here now, at least. ]