[Orihime is bent over a desk sketching rather than sewing. the sketches are a little scattered, with occasional doodles of monsters or families or monsters attacking families in the sides, but the sketches themselves are fairly competent silhouettes of wedding gowns]
[when she sees Reki wandering past on a break, though, she straightens up, leaning on her arms, and chirps] Oh, hello! I just realized I don't know your name.