[ ah, she shouldn't have expected any different, she supposes. Even so, it stings maybe just a little bit before her eyes darken to hide any continuing emotions past what she wishes to display on her features to him.

She doesn't like showing him she's scared of him (because, admittedly, even with all her abilities, there's something about someone like Souji that frightens her... she just doesn't know if it's as simple as his ability to kill, though.

It's not important, though. At least, not anymore. ]

Okita-san never tells me anything, anyway. [ it's mostly mumbled, glancing off to one side, debating if she should just be honest?

Would he believe her? Probably not? If she thinks too hard on it, maybe she wouldn't believe herself, either.

Tight-lipped, Yuuki looks back at him, finally gathering words to respond (and be able to stand there firm without being intimidated). ]

I met Kondou-san in another place somewhat like this. I knew Okita-san, too.

[ that word 'knew'; it doesn't seem to quite accurately describe her status with the other in Zelien, but it seemed ridiculous to is the word 'friends' or anything of the like, so it's going to have to work. Besides, the more this situation sinks in, the less she feels like divulging to him. It would sound so silly and unlike when she met him in Zelien, eager to have him know everything between them in Nuadoria, this here... maybe not so much. ]

...You had shorter hair, though. That's all, I guess.

[ other than feeling let down. She hadn't realized it but she was... relieved as much as startled when he scared her because the first thing she though was Good, he's alive and then I'm not alone this time.

What could she do, though? Nothing. And she's not going to try to force him to remember (or ... Learn?) everything so it's like it was before. ]