[ Of all things, it's the woman's chipperness that takes Kim aback. Perhaps it's just a symptom of living in Revachol for too long; there's a part of him that's immediately suspicious of anyone who's that friendly, but he quickly shakes it off. He's just spent too much time on the job, whether that's with the cranky old men he calls his colleagues or the people who are never particularly eager to see a police officer stroll down in their vicinity.

Besides, she's young. This sort of energy comes more easily before you've hit a certain age. ] Nice to meet you, Aerith. I'm -- [ the Lieutenant dies on his tongue ] -- Kim Kitsuragi.

[ He glances around the street, the rush of people (and creatures Kim would not ordinarily classify as people) sweeping by them, the bright neon lights, the bustling storefronts. It's not what he imagined Hell would look like, though he never imagined it at all. He glances back at Aerith. ]

We're doing it for their own good. I was told of a repository of decorations at our disposal somewhere. [ He removes his communicator from his jacket pocket, jabbing at it with his pointer finger to get to the map. It's terrible. He never got the hang of radiocomputers back home, and now they expect him to master using one he can carry in his pocket. ] I'm not sure where. It's my first week here, I'm afraid.

[ His eyes flick back up at her, wondering just how long she's been here as well. He hasn't spoken to many people yet, but it seems that he was among a relatively large influx of unlucky newcomers. ]