[The feed clicks on.]

Is it working? Oh, good! I'm used to other methods of communication, so I wasn't sure...[It's a young face that regards the network, set in an expression of unruffled calm. She doesn't seem worried or frightened in the slightest - just faintly curious if anything, perhaps even amused if you squinted. Yet those golden eyes are watchful, even frigid. This is not the Gardens where she's spent almost a year; this is not a place she knows. There's only dashed hope to be found in expecting her friends, or safety, or any such comfortable notion to be found here.]

I guess it's pointless to ask if this is all a big joke, huh? It's much too elaborate, too unmistakably real. Which means....there's no point in protesting, I guess. Not when it's impossible for us to leave; we were brought in by some higher power, and have no choice but to play along.

[She taps her chin in a slow, thoughful way. But that gaze doesn't soften one bit.]

That's how it always seems to work, I suppose. Which leads me to a question I had wanted to ask! If that's all right, I mean. Mm....it's a bit tricky to explain, but I'll try: has this been the second time anyone's experienced this? I mean....being a "new arrival" to somewhere twice over? The first time something like this had happened to me, I spent several months there before being...."uprooted" and placed into this rebellion.

I'd appreciate any answers. ...Ah, but I shouldn't be rude! My name is Mami Tomoe. [A serene smile and a nod toward the camera.] I hope we can get along.