On her black coat, Don Quixote attaches a Fixer pin—more precisely, one for the Grass Maiden. As she puts the pin on, a large childlike smile comes on her face, and she lets out a boisterous chuckle that seems to be filled with pride.

"Manager Esquire, would you lend an eye to these? ‘Tis my treasures, hehe… Some are limited editions which I fought valiantly to lay claim upon!" Don Quixote crosses her arms, her smile remaining.