"I did just get here," Inari answered him. She batted her eyes at him. That was what she did, especially when she met a good looking man. The eyes were usually combined with a head tilt, a slight pout to her lips. It was as natural to her as breathing, and she may not even be aware she did it.
"How did you know?" she asked, her tone light and flirtatious. Again, it came natural to her, as easy as putting one foot in front of the other to walk. She wished she had a hand fan, to fan herself, but she didn't, and there was nothing to be done for it now. She'd just have to muddle through without one.
She was pretty sure she'd manage without too much trouble. "Oh! Forgive me. I'm Inari," she added. he'd given her his name, after all. Names were a tricky thing. For all that they were public knowledge, there were also very deeply personal. She was careful to pronounce it with the accent on the wrong syllable. A person could do a lot of damage, if they knew how you pronounced your name, and what you truly called yourself.