[Alice can't blame him for feeling uncomfortable with the title. She's not all that comfortable with it herself--it sounds more and more like a euphemism every time she hears it.

The name throws her, and although she recovers quickly it's obvious how much so.]

I know a Yuri back home. He's... he's very dear to me.

[Her voice is equal parts sad and fond. She hasn't found any sight or sign of her rude hero here, and she has complicated feelings about that fact. It would be wonderful, of course, if they had a bit longer together. But she's not sure that "being kidnapped in the name of some world they don't even know" is the best way to do that, especially since her Yuri would take to it like a cat in water.

And, really, it would only be prolonging the inevitable. She gave up her life for him, and that's the reality of the matter.

Of course, there no need to unload all of that baggage onto a stranger. Instead, she makes herself smile and returns to the matter of the soap.]

The soap is slightly perfumed, so it does smell nice. Something floral, I think.