[ Right, the story. It takes a moment, but she nods sadly. ] You're right. I'm sorry for being selfish.

[ This person definitely has manners, and Ib is a bit shy, thinking that maybe she doesn't measure up. She straightens her posture a little as she shakes back, with as firm a grip as she can manage. Though, since she's only nine, it probably looks a little bit silly. ] It's nice to meet you, Mr. Naoto! And... you can just call me Ib, if you want.