"You know as well as I do that one person out of this many was just going to be an asshole," she says. "It was just bad luck that we happened to be sitting beside him. Or in front of him, rather."

She doesn't mind defending someone's right to say what they want, but it rankles a bit when what they said was actively belittling her. "If you're gonna go after everyone who's made a point of calling me a freak you're gonna be really, really busy. As in impossibly so." She gives him a pointed look and drops that conversation, refusing to pick it up again until the bell to return to their seats has rung. The rest of the concert passes thankfully uneventfully, and Noriko begins to relax as the music and images blur through her head; by the end of it she's as relaxed as she'll ever get in Hannibal's company barring something extraordinary happening. But all in all, dinner is ahead and the evening has turned out nice. She can forget one random dickhead making stupid remarks.