Brunhilde suspects you, but Yara supports you

You froze up as Brunhilde's eyes fell upon you. "It's that one over there. As soon as he met me, he started trying to soften me up and make me drop my guard. It's that type of person I trust least of all," she explained, crossing her arms tightly and tilting her chin up, daring you to talk back to her.

"Oh, pish tosh, my dear woman! The gentleman just has a natural inclination towards friendly, social settings! He spoke to me much the same. The difference between you and me-- a social genius, it's been said by many in the know-- is that I recognize it for what is! Our friend here is a decent, ordinary human being who values an opportunity such as this, to hob-knob with pretty girls. There's nothing suspicious about that!" Yara defended you, grinning broadly and encouragingly in your direction. She might be winking behind that weird mask of hers, but there was really no way to tell.

You nodded in agreement, trying to match her energy. It wasn't easy.

Linda jumped in as well. "Malcolm is a gentleman. It's only normal that he'd be friendly to women."

"Friendly? That what you call it? I call it kiss-ass," Brunhilde scoffed, casting her eyes aside and kicking her feet up on the table as she leaned her chair back. You thought you saw Eric scowl at that. "I'm just pissed he's wasting everybody's time. But I guess maybe he isn't so suspicious."

Phew. You moved on with your reputation mostly in tact.