[ Unlike her attitude towards the painting, Navia smiles affably at Marianne and shakes her head, shrugging. ]

Hey, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one making creepy demands, after all.

[ "It isn't creepy to want to see people being cute," the painting chimes in, and Navia turns on them with an annoyed "Hush, you," before sighing and extending her hand to Marianne. ]

I'm Navia. Nice to meet you, in spite of the little predicament we find ourselves in.