Inari looked up at his greeting, offering a bashful smile in return, her dimples appearing on either cheek. He had a nice smile, and something about him put her at ease. She wouldn't necessarily be able to get a good read on his emotions without, say, shaking his hand--casual contact was safe enough--but she got a sense that he was trustworthy. Or at least not an immediate threat.
There were much more frightening figures in Alpha camp, whom she attempted to avoid.
"Great minds think alike," she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Not that there's much to do around here but eat, sleep, and..." Well. There were some things that just weren't an option for Inari. "Twiddle our thumbs."