Neither Haru nor Ren comment on this phenomenon at all.

That's polite of them.  The time here is not neat and it doesn't make sense and she thinks these hours must be really short but she doesn't know how long an hour is supposed to be without a clock tower ringing every twoct minutes and she wants to go home.  But if she can't do that she will have to learn Japanese.  Swan-san seems probably like the best adult she's likely to find here, so she can't just go somewhere where they speak Latin whatever the word Haru keeps saying is that she can't remember.

He will helpfully repeat it occasionally as he teaches her how to tell time in Japanese by comparing what it is they do in Japanese to what they do in English (in Japan the months are just numbered but in English they have names, for example).

"In Latin they have names but the names are numberly," she mumbles.

"Like 'Tetrinary'? We have some of those but they moved... for history reasons I forget... so like October is tenth."

"Something to do with Ancient Rome, if I remember right."

"We only have eight so there's October but then it goes back to Unuary.  I guess probably because of Rome."

"January February March April May June July August September October November December. In Japanese and English the days of the week have names and some of them kind of match but some of them don't." He will teach her the days of the week. The Japanese ones all end in "-youbi".

Nothing about this is tidy or good.  "Onesday Twosday Threesday Foursday Fivesday Xesday Vensday Octsday."

Haru makes a face. "I guess that would not be too hard to learn if I were trying to live where you remember being from but I am not."

Well, she will dutifully keep copying out this arbitrary and nonsensical set until she kind of understands it.

They tried not to pack too much stuff, because shipping across the Pacific Ocean is fairly expensive, and Ren has the place mostly unpacked by dinnertime. But not by time-to-make-dinner-time, so they're going out for kaitenzushi unless Kennedy would like to register an objection.

"Ummmm - then people will see me?"

"...yes, there will be people out there."

"...I don't know if it is okay for people to see me wearing a scarf as a skirt.  More people."

"Why wouldn't that be okay?"

"It's not a real skirt..."  But she doesn't sound sure.

"No one will be able to tell you aren't doing it just like that as a fashion statement," Ren assures her. "People make all kinds of fashion statements in this part of Tokyo."

"Ummmmmm -"  But she wouldn't make this fashion statement; it says wrong things about her - and even if that weren't true she doesn't have any clean tights - but -  "If you think it will really be okay?"

"If you really don't want to, we can get something from the konbini again."

"I don't know.  I don't have anything to wear in my shoes."

"I have socks."

"...Can I see them?"

"No, they're invisible," he says, but he gets up and presents her with a pair of white crew socks.

"I spoke inexactly."  They're horrible.  "What if I don't know how not to cry, again?"