Ban's impression of Knives wasn't surprising. If she had a Canadian dollar for every person who had mixed feelings about her, she would be filthy stinking rich. Most of the people in her life said at some point that she was annoying or just too much to handle. Over the past year, she tried toning down the more extreme parts of her personality with mixed results. Her obsessive tendencies had gone down, but her hyper-activeness seemed to be here to stay.

"You're probably right. We're totally safe!" Despite that, she still clung onto him. Better safe than sorry, right? "And sorry for screaming all the time. Guess I'm still kinda freaking out over everything. Getting stupid drunk, getting kidnapped by a mysterious organization for mysterious purposes, getting stuck in a creepy forests with deadly monsters--it's just a lot to process, you know?"

She paused for barely a second before breaking the silence again. "Hey, I just realized something! We've been hanging out for, like, an hour now, and we haven't even exchanged names. What's up with that?" Finally letting go of his arm, she held out her hand, smiling expectantly at him. "So let's do this right! I'm Knives Chau. It's nice to meet you, Mr...?"