The language barrier is hardly an issue; she'll figure out the universal translators soon enough, and in any case, she's fluent in English and French, not just Japanese. The rest of Sam's words, though—
There's a moment, and then Mitsuru lets out a breath, resigned for the time being. This all could be a very elaborate trick, to be sure; but whether it is or not, it's clear she's not going anywhere just yet, no matter how much she would like to.
Very carefully, she sits down in the chair she was holding onto. Her posture is perfectly straight, but the way her fingers tighten as she clasps her hands together in her lap betrays her tension.
"I... suppose we're all in the same situation, after all."
It's then that she realizes she's actually being fairly rude. Mitsuru can be a rather blunt young woman, but she was brought up with better manners than this. She flushes slightly.
"I apologize. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. What should I call you?"
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There's a moment, and then Mitsuru lets out a breath, resigned for the time being. This all could be a very elaborate trick, to be sure; but whether it is or not, it's clear she's not going anywhere just yet, no matter how much she would like to.
Very carefully, she sits down in the chair she was holding onto. Her posture is perfectly straight, but the way her fingers tighten as she clasps her hands together in her lap betrays her tension.
"I... suppose we're all in the same situation, after all."
It's then that she realizes she's actually being fairly rude. Mitsuru can be a rather blunt young woman, but she was brought up with better manners than this. She flushes slightly.
"I apologize. My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. What should I call you?"