Yin thinks the words over, not accustomed to them, then returns them, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Yusuke," with no fluctuation or emotion in her voice, whatsoever. She does mean it, though. He seems, so far, to be easy going and considerate.

The spirit bobs up and down as the brush goes past. It sinks further into the water for a moment, then comes back, ever curious.

"I was learning everything," Yin points out. "Memorizing the fountain, the streets." Committed to memory, it's easier to walk around the place.