[... and maybe if she asks around she'll be able to find out a bit mo-- oh.

[Footsteps on the pavement, a shadow on the glass: the sound of the door swinging open. Mirei slips down from her stool, she brushes at her skirts, to straighten them. Schools a smile onto her face.

[She didn't know what she was expecting, hadn't even tried to guess: simply too many variables here for that to be even remotely productive. Another girl, by the look of it, who looked to be about two or three years her senior - though she is also just as obviously not wholly human, so she could be almost any age at all. A warrior, too, if the appearance is anything to go by. It hardly seems right that she is supposed to be the weapon, where Mirei herself is the wielder. Will she ever understand this world and its ways?]

I guess I must be! It's a pleasure to meet you, though I can't say I care for the circumstances, pri.

[Her smile broadens, sunshine on poppies: it's a smile she doesn't feel, but what kind of an idol has to mean it to smile?]

Oh, I'm Mirei Minami, pri! They say I'm the incarnation of Nemesis. I guess we never ran into each other last time I was here, pri?