"Certainly there have been worse meetings of chance." She's had her fair share, here.

There's a slip of privacy Oriko would rather retain by not giving her name first. It's a small sacrifice of vulnerability. She pauses for a moment, brief as it is, to weigh it out, using it to react to his flourish (it's too much, really; she chuckle softly).

"Not at all. I am Oriko Mikuni," she says, placing one hand to her chest with the fingers fanned out. "And you are...?"