... Hmph. So I'm with a foreigner and well away from Japan. That just raises many more questions. [Mostly because with the borders closed around the island, she hasn't seen anyone new in many years. All the faces she's seen in the city over the last decade or so were familiar to her, one way or another.

She appreciates the company, even if she doesn't seem like it. Her sharp eyes look underneath her heavy bags, surveying the empty beach. It's been a while since she's seen the beach, but she hasn't seen one as rugged as this one in a very, very long time.]

I have a few ideas why I'd be taken from my home, but not without being taken out as well. [If not dead then she would be taken hostage at the Oval Tower, not abandoned here. Though the thought does make her check her wrist and then pockets. She frowns.] Hmph. My coil isn't here either. I can't contact anyone.