[It's a good thing Naoto does not have a drink right now or else she might have just choked on it.]

I- I, um-- That is, I-- [She coughs, clears her throat. Doing her best to regain her composure, though her cheeks are still glowing a shade of pink. Naoto also seems to have trouble meeting Orihime's gaze.] It's not like that. The person I'm looking for is my assigned god. I'm a newly arrived shinki.