[ She has to believe Nanu. It's sort of just how things go. Bare hand to bare hand, the squeeze feels different -- perhaps because it's also a new thing, but still very... new and odd. But a good odd. Perhaps even a wonderful one? She turns just slightly toward him to smile, face flushed from the confession of violence, something she isn't known for. She doesn't really have much of a temper, either. ]

Hm, I'm not sure how drunk he was when he spoke to me. Beside that, he'd approached me the same way previously sober. He also, ah... how do I phrase it? Made a pass at me? I declined and he retaliated by saying he held no interest in someone without a personality. [ He obviously said it in a very different way, though, of course. ] I dislike him, Nanu.

[ She says it simple and plain. ]