Long nights sitting up waiting for the right kind of rustle have, perhaps, given Sei a bit of an edge. She hears that snap, oh yes she does. She draws certain conclusions from its abruptness and from the careful silence that follows.

Carefully, she adjusts her posture: modest, good, hems showing off all the layers: good, oh god are her eyebrows, like, COMPLETELY wiped off right now? shitshitshit

Oh hell, just cover it all with the fan...

"Good day," is what she actually says. "The dark falls on us / but nothing can hide the shame / of the unshelled snail."