Having also taken somewhat to the natural rules of the world, Meliora had taken to trying to wear a skirt alongside a tanktop. Given her contrarian attitude most of the time, she hadn't really had a chance to get down to whatever this world was supposed to be about either. Mojo? She wasn't sure she believed it, but... well, taking photos did feel refreshing in a way that it didn't back home, and they'd said making art helped too.

Her thoughts on the subject were sent scattering out of her head by a girl nearly running into her. She turned as her personal bubble was violated, saw the twirl, and then saw--

what.

what.

She didn't see that. There was no way that she saw that. That wasn't real.

"Pa..?" Meliora quickly smacked herself on the temples, shaking her head before breaking into a cocksure grin.

"Nothing to be excused for! I'm always happy to bump into a lady like yourself."