Shiori glances down at the hem of her cardigan, twisting it nervously between her fingers. Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if every word is being carefully measured.

“Um… h-hello. I… I’m Shiori. I… I don’t usually… talk to new people very much, so… this feels a little… strange… but also… nice, in a way. I… I hope we can… maybe… talk, if that’s okay. I tend to… keep to myself, but… I enjoy… quiet company. If you… like, we could… share a moment… or just… sit quietly together for a bit. I… I think that’s nice too.”