Rinoa nods, but chooses not to elaborate for now. He seems friendly enough, but that might change if he learns who she is. And the worst part is, she doesn't even think that she'd blame him for it. As horrifying as the concept of being sealed away was and still is, she knows all too well that she represents something of which most are afraid.

So instead, she focuses on his introduction, offering him a small smile as she shrugs her duster jacket, heavy as it is with water, off her shoulders. Her arm warmers follow, and she wrings her hair out, but other than that her clothes are lightweight enough that they should dry on their own. She hopes.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Oak. And, um, thanks for the offer? But I'm okay, really." Sure, it would probably be helpful. But Rinoa really, really doesn't want to wear it.