The clatter of shoes slapping against the linoleum floor gets his attention first, and when Hiro glances behind him, he's almost sure (if only for the briefest moment) that he's about to be barreled right over.

She's...a kid.

And she's still taller than him. Hiro raises a brow at 'Katniss', but it certainly doesn't register anything aside from a possible cultural gap in introductions. "Hiro. Hiro Hamada, T--"

He purses his lips, looking back to the fish tank. The abrupt silence is- awkward. In every way, shape and form. Good job, nerd.

"Prim. Okay; do you think you could tell me where we are?"