She sends a glance his way, eyebrows piqued, but she doesn't ask if he's really that worried about having a mutant anywhere near him. Or a girl. Japanese girl. (There are plenty of reasons he could be twitchy, and Noriko doesn't bother most of the time to field guesses. It's an exercise in frustration.)

"If you're that nervous, back to the bar is fine. I can get this chalk out of my hair."