[ She doesn't mind. In truth, it's been a long time since anyone bothered to scold her like that — the way you scold someone you care about, because you worry about things like their health. It's almost a novelty. And maybe a little sad that it even feels that way. Small mercies, though — she doesn't have to dwell on it. Instead, she gestures for Kim to go ahead and choose a seat at the stall. Seems as good a place to eat as any. ]

I know him. [ It's hard to read the mildness of her tone, but underneath it is a thread of subtle fondness. She knows Kamui, yes, and she likes him too. A nice kid — and not a bad shot either. ] Ran around in the tunnels together when I first got here. I've seen him at the gas station a few times.

[ Once Kim is settled, she picks the seat next to him. ]

Hell's a small fucking world, isn't it.