Ciel babbles happily at new people, and holds up her stress worm to show off. Mikhail is chewing on a piece of toast at the moment and says nothing.

"Ah, thank you," Kalinka replies. It doesn't bother her that the sausages are synthetic. She's fairly sure they'd be safe, regardless. Her own world has had to make a few similar adaptions after World War Three.

Blues can't help thinking the man resembles a much older alternate of Slash.