"Yes, that's right. I'm Naesala. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The longer their conversation went on, the more Naesala was starting to realize that she might actually be real. Their talk was just too coherent for what he'd expect from a hallucination. That was... rather embarrassing, but he was at least more reassured that he hadn't somehow gotten the drugs spilled on himself. Probably hadn't, at least.

"So tell me, Arietti... do the contents of this bag belong to you? I can't imagine it'd be very safe for you to be in there with such a substance."