She filed the name away for later, unsure if she'd really follow up but unwilling to just ignore it. She needed something to do, after all. Nanami's question took her off-guard, and she cast a weary, uncertain glance her way. No one ever really wanted to talk to her before, least of all about her talent. It was always too intimidating. She was always too intimidating.

"Loud," she admitted, quietly, a little embarrassed to pick that as the very first impression she had of the whole thing. "Repetitive." But that at least was soothing, familiar. "It's... the same thing, every day, mostly. You have a routine, and orders. You don't really have to think... you just follow and listen." And she never had to worry or hurt, she could just be a perfect machine, just motion and intent.

"The games are... pretty close, I think."

And that said the most.