She recognizes him, certainly. It was impossible not to learn his name, even as a transfer student, but even her vaunted social skills and lack of shame hadn't gotten her past the awkwardness of trying to make conversation with him. He shared a club with Souji-senpai, though, so presumably they were friends in her own timeline.

"Ha. Uh, sorry if that scarred you or anything, Konishi-kun," she says. "Mine made some really good points, but I'm still not a fan of her...aesthetic."

She's more or less gotten the alternate timelines down, and will save the gibbering confusion at Kanji leading the team for speaking to him personally, but she can pretty much accept Konishi as another Persona user on the same level as she accepted those Shadow Operative guys.

"Anyway, though, thanks for coming with me. I...hm."

She thinks, listening to her feelings and the faint harp-like echoes she is pretty sure she's imagining. Then again, in this kind of place, what's the difference between imagination and reality?

"Speaking of my Shadow, I think if she was here - and, y'know, talking instead of just being Himiko - she'd tell me to show off something that everyone doesn't know about already."

She steps toward the glass orb with the distorted face of Inoue-san on it - severe as ever, but much more disappointed than the last time she'd seen him in real life. She knew exactly what this memory was. "I'll share one of mine, then you share one of yours?" she offers.