[She follows, albeit drawn to the random sights around her like a kid in a toy store. Some of these things—they're just so very surprising to see. And goodness, to have all of this strange new stuff for free! It almost feels unfair to the natural way of villages. Not even a bartering?

But she leans a little, looking at Ginko's hair. Sanji was right: his hair was just as interesting as the chef's. And then she recalled what he said—]

Ginko-san, you're a mushishi, right...? A man named Sanji told me.

[A curious pause, while she scoops up the facts.]

You're the one who told me about my condition, aren't you?