As the conversation has progressed and heroes had arrived and departed, the terribly anti-social Nuime had slowly slipped backwards one inch at a time whilst her own Quirk had worked quietly and discreetly. Faint tearing could have been heard as wool stretched and coiled, tore and twisted into new shapes. Behind her head, dull grey formed, growing until it almost completely wrapped her head in a hood that partly concealed her facial features. The patchwork person didn't utter a word during this, remaining passive in the conversation as new greetings were made. She didn't manage to get more than two feet away, though, before she halted her retreat, deeming the distance to the others the most comfortable and respectable.

Even as she hid behind her hood, her eyes were far from present on Dimitri from fear of being observed in turn, which she simply wasn't comfortable with. [color=8493ca]"...Rivalry between agencies isn't inherently a bad thing, as long as it doesn't interfere with our duties."[/color] She spoke up faintly, hardly portraying any real emotion beyond her alien timidness in the presence of multiple conversational partners. [color=8493ca]"I apologize if my presence inadvertently caused friction between you, Cassie-senpai and Ronald-sama."[/color] The alabaster-haired hero considered a bow briefly, but decided against it. That would only draw more attention to herself than she was already creating. [color=8493ca]"My name is Eberesuto, Nuime. I'm honoured to meet you."[/color]