[Sayori regards his outstretched hand with curiosity. Thoughts flit through her head, poetic thoughts, little airy concepts of this gesture being metaphorical, symbolic. A life ring in a sea of unfamiliarity. A friend. Maybe she'll write about it later.
After a moment, she smiles softly and takes his hand, giving it a squeeze.] Goro... Thanks. I'll try not to get in your way, ahaha.
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After a moment, she smiles softly and takes his hand, giving it a squeeze.] Goro... Thanks. I'll try not to get in your way, ahaha.