[He's so awkward, it's endearing. Then again, he is kind of a fish out of water, huh? She remembers when she first arrived, fresh from... well. The roof. It had been disorienting, frightening, lonely. So her smile softens into something a little less intense, and she clasps her hands behind her back with a nod.]

You're Japanese too, then, Kurusu-kun? I was a second-year at Gekkoukan High, in Iwatodai. Have you ever been?

[Maybe she should ask if he needs help with the flour...? It's funnier this way, though.]

I like your knife. Did they just forge it for you?

[Please let him answer one question before bombarding him with another...]