[ Funny thing, then, that she's got a habit of running around befriending savoury and unsavoury figures alike. For now, she shakes her head, fingers roaming over dusty shelves. ]

You're-- different, Usagi... You...you look like me sort of. Uh. Heh. I mean, your name may be weird but everything else about you has been - kind! So far. So...

[ shaking her head again ] Wow. What is all this stuff? This hard, shiny material... It's cold! Like iron. And these crinkly, loud, smooth... smooth bag things? Oh, look, there's a picture of potatoes on this one!