His hand on hers is the first touch she can remember since the nurse poking and prodding her in the hospital or the people she bumped into on the street, trying to pocket their cash. It's definitely the first physical contact she's had that she's welcomed. It definitely brings back some of her former brightness as she watches him, intrigued.

"What words do they usually use?" She smirks, even going so far as to turn her hand over under his so that her palm is up and pressed against his. It might be a little forward, slightly inappropriate for a tea shop owner and a customer, but Kenzi is so far from caring about proper at this point that she's gonna just go with her gut.

"Since I can't remember anything about myself, maybe it might help if you just tell me about you?"