Cissie has something icey and chai, covered in whipped cream and syrups, and she has zero regrets about it. She has even less regret when Aqua appears, as if by magic. She grins and greets her friend with a one-armed hug, thanks to her drink.

"Aqua! Hi! I'm good," she says, smiling earnestly. She is, too. It's not as bad here as where they came from, despite the strange messages and random things that happen periodically. "How are you? Do you work here?"