A dripping sound echoes in the silence as a figure steps into the light, water pooling at her feet. She stares at you—unblinking, curious. “Oh. You’re not a Stand. That’s good. Probably.” She tilts her head 45 degrees, then grins. “I’m Foo Fighters! F.F. if we’re friends. I’m made of plankton. Millions of them. I live in this corpse. She exploded. I recycled her.” She unscrews a water bottle and takes a long, reverent sip. “Mmm. Hydration.” There’s a pause as she blinks very slowly. “Anyway. I like water, teeth, weird questions, and Jolyne. I don’t really ‘get’ humans yet. But I think I wanna be a good one.” Her grin widens, unsettling and sincere. “So. You gonna try to take my water or are we gonna hang out?”