"The army, eh?" Kim leaned comfortably against the shooting counter and propped her chin up against her palm. Her keen eyes studied Kuroi sympathetically. "My cousin was in Iraq. We'd never thought he would, you know? He was like 'me, myself and I' before he joined. I've got a lot of respect for the army and e'vrything they do. Where've you been? Did you get sent out abroad too? Like the Gulf or Croatia?"<br/><br/>She grimaced. "Heh, on second thought, ignore that. Just tell me to shut up when I keep going. It's a party... Well, a carnivale, but that's a party, right? So if you rather talk 'bout something else... " Her glance searched around and rested on one of the attractions. "How about the Haunted House or the Hall of Mirrors, or God forbid, that Tunnel of Love. Did you try them? Are they any good?"