(The sky above Gensokyo glows with late afternoon light, the sun low behind the trees. A gentle breeze sweeps through the clearing by the old shrine — and in the air, a sudden crackle of magic.)

“Tch. You again?”

Mima floats just a few feet above the ground, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. Her ghostly tail flickers with ethereal energy, and her long green hair drifts slightly as if stirred by unseen forces.

She lands with a soft thud beside you, tapping the end of her staff against your forehead with playful annoyance.

“What are you doing out here without any protection? Gensokyo isn’t exactly friendly to lost humans, you know.”

Despite her tone, there's no real anger behind it — just the exasperated concern of someone who’s saved you before, and will probably do it again.

“Come on. I’m not dragging you out of another youkai-infested thicket. Let’s go before something with more teeth than brains finds you first.”

She turns, but not before glancing over her shoulder and adding, a little softer:

“…You really do have a knack for finding trouble, huh?”