“Nice breeze. A lovely sea, too.”

A woman with long teal hair is mumbling to herself. Or rather to something she’s lugging around.

“My favorite color. A blue so clear, you can peer into its depths.”

It isn’t long before she seems to notice someone listening in to her. Her fond expression turns sour.

“…I’m talking to Paracelsus. Not you.” She growls.

The giant key she has… Paracelsus, most likely, looks down at the woman with a concerned face.

“A.B.A please. No violence!”