[She shakes her head, the blanket falling down and onto her shoulders, and as the arms wrap around her she instinctively brings her own hands up to meet them, feeling the fur between her fingers. It's a dull sensation, barely the real thing. Josuke's concern, however, does bother her, because it reminds her of the concern all creatures seem to have when they're dealing with a small white rabbit like her.]

He's not a bad guy. [the conversation of the memory is muffled, but her voice is recognizable even though she's clearly not saying it.

-now up to you....eat me alive... and then, another voice, clearly Legosi's: ...don't say that, Haru-

And Haru sighs a bit, her ears lowering. It's obvious that she's at least trying to keep things as vague as she possibly can.]

You know, I was kinda hoping this would be just a room. [And then as the phantom-like hands of the memory begin feeling her up, she sighs, detangling herself and hopping down from the bed. But as she moves to usher Josuke along, her phantom self remains on the bed, going through the motions of the memory.] Come on, I said there wasn't going to be a show. Don't just stand around and watch like there's going to be one.