Rin looked between the two of them and smiled, trying to remember the courage to speak. She’d make such a fool of herself if she opened her mouth and nothing came out but a croak. She reached out a hand to shake Ryan’s though it made her skin tingle to touch him and her grip was timid.<br/><br/>“Hi,” she said, horribly self-aware of her accent. She hated being the one with the accent, and she pulled her hand back quickly. She swallowed. “I’m Rin. I think my brother plays that game, Dark Souls? Um. Thanks for letting me see the place. Um.”