It's in Nuriko's nature to want to know, but she's also been with enough people to realize that some only feel safe when they have the access to privacy. There's a fine line that she tries to toe with those she meets. Interested, but not so bold as to knock their walls down. Leaning forward, Nuriko drapes her arms over her legs, watching the young man from where her cheek nearly rests against her cheek.

"I'm glad you fought and survived," she says with a small smile, fingers weaving through her hair to push some errant strands out of the way. "I'm Nuriko, by the way."