Kindle:<br/><br/>The girl's face turns towards Kindle, yet though her eyes centre on her, they remain unfocused behind the white film; it is clear by now that, however she is seeing, it has nothing to do with her eyes. The girl centres herself on her own two feet and smooths her dress back into place. "I am Aisa, and you are..." she pauses almost long enough to make it sound like a question, just long enough for Kindle to formulate a response, but before she speaks to answer Aisa does so instead, her words perfectly mirroring what Kindle was<span style="font-style: italic">about</span>to voice.<br/><br/>Aisa giggles at Kindle's reaction. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist."<br/><br/>She smiles faintly, as if caught up in some nostalgic memory. "I already know you, Firebird, and it is good to finally meet you."