From Stage To Battlefield

”I know your type… You are a stupid rocker girl… You are worse than Kuwata…”

"Rocker....? But I'm not--" She sighed, scratching the back of her neck. "Well-- I tried to be one but that didn't really...pan out. I'm a mercenary now so there's that, at least. Whose Kuwata..?"

”D-don’t get smart with me.. I-i didn’t want to talk to someone like you..”

"Someone like me? What'cha--" Dammit. "What do you mean by that?"

”Why are you talking to me…”

"Beeeecause you visited me?"

"But I'm usually this calm...kind of..." If that wasn't confusing enough, the question threw her through a loop. "...I haven't spoken like that...at least not in a long while, that is..."

Ah, pardon, but you seem quite mellow.

"That's good. I'm well, too, just a bit bored is all. Mellow...? What do you mean by that?"

"Mm… a little tired, but I’m doing okay otherwise. What about you, Mioda-san?"

"That's always good to hear. I've been well, boredom aside, it's gotten way too quiet here for my tastes...."