[ There's a sheepish laugh. She had a feeling that'd be the case. Ogami, her classmate and the assassin she was determined to reform, wasn't fond of affection either. ]

Then I suppose it cannot be helped. I understand. [ She bows at a respectful ninety degree angle, something reserved for superiors ] Then I, Sakura Sakurakouji, would like to spar with you: feel free to use my body until the feelings that weigh upon your heart are expended!

[ When she straightens up, she's practically sparkling with her own earnest enthusiasm, with zero clue of what she's asking for or how it may come off. She doesn't care, really. She's that determined to help this troubled stranger. ]