As much as he said he didn't think they were going to get in trouble, Nelli couldn't exactly be so sure. The Yakuza were conniving and she had a feeling that, even if hey didn't find out right now, they woudl find out some time later on that this young man was talking to her in such a way. Then things wouldn't turn out good for either of them. She would end up either badly wounded or dead, and he would surely end up dead for, in their terms, 'sticking his nose where it doesn't belong'. She could only hope it didn't come to that, but so far hope had pretty much turned its back on her. Any time she hoped for something during her time here, it did her no good and always got her hurt.

[b]“My name is Hirose, Junichi… In case you were wondering.”[/b] Neli looked up at the sound of his voice again, drawing her away from her thoughts as he introduced himself to her, [b]“What is your name? Ehr… you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s not… a command, or anything.”[/b]

She had to think on that for a moment. Should she really tell him her name? Was it safe to tell him? Well, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't really see it hurting anything. After all, who would he tell? What would he do with such small information as a name Probably nothing. And that's why, after these small thoughts, she looked back to him and spoke quietly to this young man she now could know as Junichi Hirose, or, well, probably just Hirose right now as the Japanese tended to go by their last names, "My name is Venelopi Stryder."

She went quiet a moment again, looking down at her hands for a few second. She wasn't really sure what to say next. She had asked him so many questions already and it just felt like in most of them she was repeating herself over and over, trying to gain understanding of why he was even here. Why bother coming her to try and apologize to her? Why was he here trying to make it up to her? Why should he even care what was happening to her? Why? Why? Why?

Sighing slightly to herself, raking a hand through her blond strands slightly, she turned her gaze back up to him. What did it matter why? This was just for a couple of hours. Just something to clear his conscious so he could go home and sleep at night without having to worry about the poor Natasha girl getting raped. H would forget about her just as quickly as people did with those sad animal commercials on tv. enough to piece a bleeding heart, but easily forgotten when the next distraction came around. Sitting back on the bed, she turned her gaze away from him again, looking to the clock. One hour gone, and one left. Then she would have to go back to work.

"How did you feel? When you found out about all that was happening here?"