A dew drop drifts apart from verdant leaves. Mina sits beneath the eaves on the landship deck, enjoying drizzling rain as the morning breeze brushes past her. Drops fall just before her round copper pupils and a beauty mark under her left eye. She used to hate the rain. For it made her father late at home. But now, a brave new world awaits.

Doktah? No, I wasn't taking a nap! I... I was just spacing out! ...want to watch the rain together? There's not much to see, though...