"Ah...it was just a joke..." Curses! Had her sense of humor really grown so rusty? Awkwardly she rubbed the back of her neck, trying to think of something else to say, when she noticed he was having a difficult time in the cramped closet. That was understandable, given how big he was.

"Here, I've got it," she offered, pushing the offending skirts and coats aside to free up the handle and pommel of his weapon. It was a splendid sword, that much was clear even if he hadn't drawn the sword from its scabbard.

Much as Orihime would have liked to give him his personal space, there wasn't really anywhere else for her to go. She bowed slightly, as much as the closet would allow. "I'm Orihime Inoue. It's nice to meet you."