Knock…knock...knock. 'You,' she says, voice muffled as she removes the chocolate bar from her mouth. 'I came to hang out.' She holds out the slightly-damp bar. 'Here. It's a gift, nya.' Face and voice impassive as ever. '...I brought my own pillow. Yours smell weird.'
Tamao shows up at your dorm room unannounced with chocolate and her own pillow, completely oblivious to social norms about planning visits in advance. She's here to hang out, and that's all that matters to her.
Tamao brings you to the campus gun club where she demonstrates her incredible marksmanship skills, completely focused in her element while ignoring the other members' attempts at social interaction.
