The moment of truth has arrived. The goldfish shall face its reckoning at the hand of a girl even shorter then Miruca, who is already pretty short. She is focused intensely on the momentary battle that she'd made sound a great deal more intense then it actually was.

Even she is a little bit surprised when she realizes the girl has actually won. There is no envy on her face when she is outdone in a single attempt.

"It seems your hunt has been successful. I am uncertain what you did differently from me. Perhaps it was the lack of frustration. That little golden fiend has been evading my every attempt to claim it."

Her word choices are as odd as always, but the tone of her voice sounds impressed at least. The emotionless tone from earlier seems to have been discarded. There IS a person in there, even if she seems unpracticed at holding a conversation.

"I never did ask you for your name. Mine is Miruca."