She looked to the man that called himself Itachi. She hesitated, her eyes looking at his outstretched hand with a mix of confusion and relief that someone was talking to her. She contemplated what to say, how to introduce herself. If she said her name was Karime, that was all she would be. Just some stranger with a horrible anxiety problem. If she said her name was Haruka, she might be ridiculed for the reasons behind her fall of fame, but she would have the benefit of being known, and hiding her true name just in case this was some insane plot to kidnap her. Regardless, the memory of falling in front of the subway with Himika looming over her was fresh in her head. It was at that moment that she made her decision and outstretched her own hand to shake his. 

"They call... I guess, called me, Haruka."

Upon hearing the investigators request to introduce themselves, she turned to everyone in the room and rose from her pile of pillows and blankets, finding that from the neck down, her body was still covered in blood all around from where she'd been bleeding from her neck as she died. 

"My name is Haruka. And... I died before appearing here."

Then CELL chimed up, causing her to turn her head towards the laptop in wonder. She listened and watched. While on the inside, she was in absolute misery and fear... She was Haruka. Confident, composed, unafraid. She took a deep breath. No, now was not a good time to be Karime Ochiro. It may never be a good time to be Karime ever again. As the laptop shut off, she decided, feeling the tension in the room, that it might be best to not focus on the fact that they would need to kill someone or that they might be killed again if they refused. 

"We're already dead, right?" 

She asked this, looking around at everyone. 

"If we're killed again then... maybe it would even be better than our deaths before. Maybe it would be less painful... Though, I don't understand it."

She walked over to the suits and felt her heart fall a bit as she felt them and held the one her size up. A distraction from their truth, it was her specialty to make others feel good on the stage. So, as Haruka, she decided that that's what her mission would be here. She would make everyone feel better. A sense of understanding and silent vigilance blossomed inside her. And she understood that she would look superficial... but, thats the price of being... of having been, a star.

Making a show of it, she sighed dejectedly as she held her suit up against her body.

"These aren't at all my style. I love dresses and flouncy skirts, you know? I mean these will look sleek and cool and all but..." 

She pouted, taking care not to blatantly say she wouldn't put it on, just in case CELL was telling the truth.