[She has to admit that Peter's antics are amusing, at least. It helps keep her mind away from the memories of her father scrawling an intricate alchemical array onto her back, and for that she's silently grateful.]

I'll add skin calligraphy to my list of talents.

[She looks down to her own arm, at the blood still blooming gently on the skin there, and then back up to him.]

I'm Riza Hawkeye. [She offers her hand to him.] We skipped trivial pleasantries for practicing knife skills earlier.