Eight tilts her head from side to side, looking Inigo over. He seemed alright, but also seemed a little embarrassed about something. Perhaps he didn't want to admit to his weakness to that flower?

An assuring hand reached out and covered one of his hands. "It's okay. I understand." She didn't even if she thought she did.

A smile came to her face when he suggested introductions. That seemed like a good idea. "Okay. My name is Eight." She grinned toothily. "What's your name?"