closed; and so we try again.

[softreset]

[ Homura sits cross-legged, nursing a cup of tea. There is nothing to do around here, there never was. Idly, she notices the mess of glittering silver-grey. She sets her cup down by her side with a soft clatter and stands up to greet him, dusting her skirt as she does so. ]

You're back.

[ Matter of factly. She gently indicates the fresh brew, and returns to her plans. ]