He had been sulking so much about the ice cream situation that Hina had just snuck right up on him. Her shout wasn't even enough of a warning of what was to come. He froze at the hug, and then stiffly tried to pull himself free from it, a half-gnawed on ice cream bar held awkwardly at arm's length.

"Let go!" And he's just about to throw an elbow into her ribs when she starts with the questions. "Tch! He's not here! I made this body myself! LET GO!"