[ Unfortunately, he's pretty used to the crass language from Andy, given how he first met here. So where he might normally wilt or look even more awkward, Tama's instead adjusted to it, though he does wag a finger and look at her as deadpan as he can. ] Worse. I'm doing a poor job of it, because I've never done this before. I'm a writer, not an exorcist. [ He levels his face with the haniwa, trying to stare in to its vacant little eyes. ] I can tell they're giving something off...I've had enough weird dreams to confirm that. But it's hard to tell if they're doing it on purpose, or if it's just because they were disturbed.

[ Sorry that the 'weird dreams' thing is news to you, Minakami, but really this shouldn't be too surprising. ] Nothing at all? Hrm... [ Instead, Tama has moved on to what has him way more curious: how someone would end up in this stupid Hell when they are seemingly just a modern woman. Maybe someone who enjoyed the usual vices, but that's hardly a crime to him. He doesn't remember sutras. ] Then this whole place must be even more bizarre to you. We're from Japan, so all of this is at least familiar, even if not to this degree. The motorcars and little phones are the weirder part, if anything. But it must be the reverse for you...how does a soul end up supposedly 'stranded' so far from home...?