"Rorschach?" Ah. The mask. She nods in understanding and heads toward the kettle with a smile. Mako moves delicately but she also moves like an athlete and a skilled fighter. "In Japan," she says, "there were many ghosts. Old ones, young ones. Some of them never said a word. It's sad to be so lost."

She turned the stove on and moved to sit next to him, two cups in hand, her hair dark hair swinging and settling around her face where two bright blue slices of hair skimmed her jawline. She studied him for a moment and put the cup down in front of him.

"I'm glad you found a home, Rorschach." Mako bowed a little toward him as she would any guest sharing her table. "Please tell me how you like your tea and I will make it."