"Chiba," Atsuko said to introduce herself with a small nod. Chiba for now -- not Atsuko. Atsuko would be too...generous a name a to give. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Marisa."
The question, however, drew her brows closer together and she fought against extending her lips to a visible purse. Nevertheless, she answered honestly, "I did. How could you have known?" The first thought that crossed her mind, of course, was a small worry that she still reeked like the asylum. But well, she was dressed in her doctor's coat. That could be used as an excuse.
But how did she know? Atsuko wondered if the folder she held was a dead giveaway.