Majima's eye is still very much on the mend, but he can make out the strange cut of Micolash's silhouette and cautiously ventures closer. Getting a better look at the man does nothing but introduce more questions. Rather than focus on the massive cage-shaped elephant in the room, he considers Micolash's offer. "Huh. Reminds me of ema where I come from. Little wood plaques with wishes and prayers. Get hung on shrines for the new year. Nothin' secret about 'em, though. At least 'til they get burned."

He plucks up a gilded envelope and turns it over in the light. Fancy. "That was more'n a month back, though. We got koshōgatsu 'round now. Lunar New Year. Nothin' special -- mostly just eatin' some fuckin' bean soup and pretendin' rice gruel can tell us our future."