Oichi looks her over curiously, her golden hair and foreign features, her delicate hands and the white jumpsuit. She's beautiful, Oichi thinks.

"Lillet, Lillet... you are a beautiful lily, how wonderful... You know, Ichi likes flowers... the delicate stems, the gorgeous petals, their green leaves... so, Ichi thinks, perhaps we could be friends... friends are good, this tower is so lonely... Ichi won't pick you, not yet..."