"I would've guessed you usually aimed a little lower," she says, one eyebrow cocked as she rocks back onto her heels. Sarcasm was her friend, really. Very close. (It's not often she's actually taller than someone, she feels the need to capitalize on this. Once, at least.)

Noriko shrugged at the questions. "Not a damn clue. I was asleep in a hospital containment room and woke up on a boat docking here, so as far as I'm concerned there's a possibility this could all be a really fucked-up hallucination." Substance-induced psychosis is a thing! And she's not sure whether she likes that idea better or worse than the notion that she's actually stuck on a floating bunch of rocks with literally no one familiar to her.