[ He's used to blunt— comfortable with it, really, thanks to a certain someone from his homeworld who used to weaponize his words without ill intent. The brushoff is similarly familiar, so he doesn't respond with anything more than a vague hum and a little scrape of chair legs across scratched flooring. Offering her the seat, as he moves his way across the room. ]

Me? I'm— [ a little beat here, as if he has to think about it. ] —ah, I guess you wouldn't have heard of 'Re:vale' if you're not from my world, huh? You can just call me 'Momo'! All of my friends do.

[ Hands on his hips, mock-proud. He gentles into something less obnoxious a moment later. ]

I'm a Scorpio, I'm 5 foot 8, and I'm not a dangerous person. What about you?