[ It certainly looks that way. Perhaps it's a mixture of her own memories and the sentiments that relate to them; whatever the case, the sand seems to be staying. Slowly it grows more and more like real sand until their footsteps crunch into it properly, although she pays that little mind. ]

He's always seemed that way to me. [ She agrees readily enough, looking thoughtful. ] Or at least, it seems like he really tries to be good to people. [ Not that there need be much distinction between the two. One of those sentences makes her lips quirk, and she adds, ] I really admire that, too.

[ She tips her head up slightly at the question, regarding the currently featureless buildings as she tries to make her estimation. ]

He was one of the first people I met here. So... it's been a few months by now. [ Looking back at Naoto, she continues to fail to take notice of the sand; clearly this is holding her interest. ] What about you?