[Light's hearing is still within human range, but he's practiced at picking up body language, at listening for words unsaid, and picking up cues the body didn't consciously give. Her watery eyes, her trembling lip speaks enough for him to infer the rest.

The man she stops has already begun changing into a monster. Gloves and shoes hide much of his transformation, but nothing can hide the four black and blue wings that sprout from the back of his tailored suit.]

I wish I could say it was. [It's true. Having been here only a month, he still very much wishes all of this was a lie, that he would wake up with his real body, his human body, tomorrow.] But you shouldn't trust all of those. [Reaching out, Light stops just inches from taking the pamphlets.] If you'll let me see them, I'll show you which you can trust.