She wasn't answering him. She wasn't making sense, either. If he wanted to get that information from her, maybe a display of force would be enough. With a frustrated snarl he lunged forward, grabbing for her neck and squeezing. "Tell me! Stop playing around and...!"

And then it hit him, all at once. He had done this before. He'd grabbed her by the throat, been grabbed in return, and then... important. She was important. Important like the man in the colorful clothes. His grip loosened, until Hina could simply back away from it, or pull him free with a light tug. "...how do you know me? Who are you?" It's all confusion, no shouting and no anger.