"I've been . . . inside." Her voice slips quiet. "For some time."

Her fingers reach up, nudging the umbrella back in Usagi's direction. "It's okay. The way I am . . . I'm different than you. You shouldn't be concerned about me."

Hesitation. "But thank you." That means something -- that kindness.

Her head tilts a little. "You're the one from the subway." The words are still quiet, but certain. "The one who heals."