"You must be Erik," Hasibe says, in the process of setting down a drink of her own (her second, though it doesn't appear to have had any impact on her, so either her tolerance is strange or she's not drinking anything too heavy). "You are, aren't you?" As though she'd be just a little embarrassed if he weren't, though that's not really the case. She feigns uncertainty at times because it's an ingredient to charm, and to putting others at ease.

"I'm afraid there are a few of us I haven't yet met in person."