Natsuko blinks.  She expects a blushing retreat, or a hastily worded denial, or a threat of arrest...most certainly not this gentle acceptance of her sudden, unannounced proximity.  Still, what good would she be as a pirate and a master confounder of the sober and boring pillars of galactic society were she unable to roll with the unexpected?<br/><br/>Thus and so, she presses one fingertip briefly to the end of Midori's nose.<br/><br/>"Beep beep!"<br/><br/>And backs away again, grinning madly.