Koishi leaned forward, very much in Ayame's bubble, her third eye drifting forward and nudging her shoulder gently. She seemed to be examining the woman, using her thumb to tilt her hat up and back. At least she seemed friendly enough, though her blank presence was disturbing. It made it hard to tell, but she certainly was a satori. But there was something wrong with her aspects. It was like her very nature had been fragmented.

Though this didn't seem to actually result in any distress on her part, oddly enough.

"You seem to know what a satori is Miss. That's good. I don't meet many people who know. Most of them haven't even ever heard of youkai." She brightened. "I like you. You seem like a very smart human. But it seems strange to me. Satori youkai look like me and my sister where I'm from. Apparently they look different in other worlds... But I'm me and I'm a satori!"