Thank you.

[ mami forces that out before anything else. this boy is doing her a favor, truly; there is nothing obliging a stranger to act as a rock for another, but here he is. she shakes her head a bit, as if to clear it, then takes a moment to think. the image of all her comrades is fresh in her mind, it's just a matter of pulling out the words from her still-foggy head. her speech is improving, at least, though it still holds a certain stiffness. ]

They're all younger than me...four of them.

[ she steadies herself, then properly lists them. she uses her first names when they're not here to hear -- god, she misses them already. would it be cruel to hope they are here with her, if this isn't death? ]

Madoka. Pink hair, almost always in pigtails tied with ribbons.

Homura. Long black hair ... sometimes with braids, and red glasses. She has this -- look about her. I don't know how to tell you.

Sayaka. Short blue hair and eyes to match. You can just tell it's her by all the blue.

And then -- Kyoko. Long red hair and she's almost always eating.

[ there. she did it. she managed to hold it together long enough to provide vital information, though they're no the world's most detailed descriptions. she sucks in a breath. ]

If they're here, they're most likely together.