Nothing about her pings him as being particularly strange, no. The only thing that sticks with him is how small she is, maybe younger than him, and that she looks like she wants to cry. He bows slightly in her direction, the mouth through which he'd been speaking only lifted about level with his elbow.

"Good morning. I'm Shouji," he replies evenly. "Here, maybe we can get the muster drill out of the way, and then we can both have something for breakfast."