The reply makes her laugh. Not unkindly, but instead an expression of nostalgia, longing for the more taciturn members of the Suzaku warriors, whom she hasn't seen in months. Hotohori had been a fan of the quiet, and even though Nuriko knows now that the two of them never would have been right for one another, it's hard to bat away the fondness that she feels upon every last memory of him.

"Does that mean that you don't have the heart for a conversation with a stranger?" Nuriko teases, her cheeks pink from the strong gusts of wind, and her fingers futilely trying to keep her hair in some semblance of order.