Ok, that is an entirely unsatisfying answer. I hope you understand it. But it's an answer, and if I don't have to hear that sound again, then I'll forget it soon enough.

[She saw and returned the bow with a formality that came from more centuries of practice than she cared to admit. She knew exactly how far to bow for a stranger.]

Where else? Yeah, below ground, away from all the pretty people and the bright happy lives. ...It's Parsee Mizuhashi, and I wouldn't put money on that. I don't really 'get along' well.

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[Chipper little girl like her? She probably made friends so easily. Tch.]