First there was the sound of clinking metal. That got Orihime's attention first as she slowly came back to her senses. Something was clinking. A machine?

A robot?!

No, not a robot, she chided herself, wincing as she pushed herself groggily up to her feet. Just because this place was filled with robots didn't automatically mean they were going to be at the root of every problem. More's the pity. She grabbed a fistful of cloth, pushing aside a pair of thick winter coats, only to find herself face to face, openly staring, at a knight.

A knight.

A real knight.

What else could he be? He wore the armor, the tabard, and there was definitely a noble sort of air to the way he held himself. She blinked, taken aback, and for a long while she said nothing. Then she straightened, hands drifting back to her sides. 'Strange,' he'd said. She couldn't agree more. What should she say? What would be the best way of eliminating the surprise and discomfort of their unexpected meeting?

"...Which way to the beach? Ha ha!"

Well, she thought it was funny, anyway.