"You'll manage. Even if things here aren't ideal, most of the people I've met seem pleasant enough on the surface..." Riza says. "Well. The people brought here like us. The natives are all a bit odd," she adds after a moment. She follows the motion of Mey-Rin's hand as she lets the rain drip into her palm.

"Who knows what gets in that stuff when it drains from the Up? Egh." Riza's nose wrinkles in disapproval. "I don't see how they can make people live like this."