"Why did you want to touch my face then?" The maori gasped. Seems like Mariko wasn't the only person here who was incredibly disturbed and confused about this whole strange situation, then.
 
"What? You grabbed my hand and scratched your nose with it! How is this my fault?" She yelled, slightly too loudly. "Sorry, sorry..." She grabbed her orange brew and took a sip of it, wincing a touch as it hit her tongue. The taste didn't get any worse over time, and the sickly warmth of the heated water only made it worse. But it was better then the alternative, really. 

"And if the depths of your depravity is forcing people to touch your face, well... That's wierd, but not particularly pervy..." Dammit, she had something for this, something [i]funny[/i].