One of the first things Lizzy had done when Kaede had met her was to tease her for her lack of video game knowledge. She'd admitted she didn't have any experience in that area. She also didn't have a lot of experience with reading - other than what was assigned in school - nor with watching television. Kaede played outside. Superheroes and supervillains were all vague faces to her, some half-recognized, most not. The woman looked like one of those who was vaguely familiar, but Kaede wasn't going to be able to place her.
She opened with laconic commentary and half-unveiled threats. Kaede was almost nervous for a moment, but glanced over at the Custodian and then relaxed. No. I don't know who this person is, but the Custodian brought us here, and I trust her. She wouldn't bring us into danger. This is just talking. Seeing how we react.
She knows a bit about us. Kaede wasn't sure whether to find that worrisome or flattering. Maybe a bit of both, really. No one ever knew who she was... although she wasn't entirely sure about being called a "hatchling," whatever that was. Her sisters used to call her odd names she didn't understand either. Most of them were references to shows Kaede hadn't watched, or books she hadn't read. It is only an insult if you let it be one. Let it go. I know who I am.
She smiled a little bit, watching the watcher. I don't think she's from around here. Hm... something a little exotic. She folded her hands together in front of her. Neuromind had crushed her lily. She had tried not to show it, but that had hurt. She'd tried to be nice, but he... he hadn't wanted her to be nice, she didn't think. She didn't know what he had wanted, but she didn't think it was kindness. She hoped he had someone to be kind to him - she thought he needed kindness, whether he wanted it or not. But that was neither here nor there.
Nor was she going to let one mishap ruin her day. Or her life. Or her self. I am stronger than that.
She stepped forward, calmly. "Hello. Are you the Custodian's friend? It's nice to meet you. This is for you. I don't know if you like pretty things, or what you consider pretty, but I do. Americans call it a camellia, which I always thought was a stupid name, but in Japan it's called tsubaki. The word is a little harsher, but I think it suits better. And sometimes, harsh things are beautiful."