"A creepy jerk?" Her expression widens slightly, a well-practiced social surprise. "How pejorative. I couldn't make such accusations baselessly."

There's a certain amount of suspicion that denial often encourages, but that's not an accusation Oriko would level out loud either. Her hands still tucked halfway into the sleeves of her jacket, she folds her fingers together in front of her.

"I don't believe we've met before, so consider this impression part of a new page."