Meadowlark Prairie have you seen the blossoms?

Ikari's vocabulary is much more colorful than Zhenya's own, though she makes no comment on the matter. Good memories, she replies plainly, her voice void of any emotion. I don't like how close you are. She looks him over, examining his strange physique. Ignoring her urge to bring up the matter, Zhenya simply turns back to face her wounds, licking at the raw, exposed bit of flesh.