Yamato almost made a face at the suffix, but refrained from commenting on it. He's pretty lax when it came to titles and such from those outside of JP's, but he still liked to be regarded as an adult, or a superior.

He rose to his feet when - what was her name, ah, right, Miss Arisato - approached him, looking just as scuffled up as he was. He brushed down his coat, straightening up to his full height as he tilted his head in greeting.

"Arisato," he murmured, scrutinising her closely. She didn't seem hysterical, and neither was she sporting the strange eyes of those who have gone violently insane. He relaxed a fraction. "It seems you are one of the few sane ones left."