Some time after a rather rude encouter with a strange soaked girl walking out of a river (only for her to yell at you about her perdicament with a thinly filled story of blame), you find yourself at an outdoor cafe in the city sipping some delicious coffee.

As you eye the surrounding patrons you happen to see someone that catches your memory. Seated alone at a nearby table on the patio is the same ponytail girl from before, herself sipping some tea oblivious to your gaze.

A few moments later she eyes you, and after a moment of contemplation immediately looks at you with disdain and contempt, as if your presence is ruining the taste of her lovely tea.

You leave things as they are, and finish your coffee before leaving the cafe. At least she's much prettier when she's dry and prim, you think to yourself...