Sakura stares in abject terror. She recognises him -- how could anyone not? -- but there has to be some mistake. Her mouth opens, trying to answer his question, eyes darting to the door. Someone will surely walk in and correct this before long.

Only no one comes. Sakura swallows, torn between standing to bow and offering one while seated. She settles for not making a further awkward mess of things, schooling her expression into a polite smile after she straightened from her seated bow. "Ha-- Sakura Haruno. The weather is very nice today."

What the hell are you doing?! He didn't ask about the weather!