[ First of all, she hates bright, sunny days. They're so, ugh, dreary and ominous. So when Nowi crashes and slides into her magic circle, smearing hours' worth of drawing away, she called it. She totally called it. ]

A circus. This entire army's a circus. If only I could be its ringmaster... Well, I suppose that can be arranged later. Hello, Nowi. How else do you plan on wasting my time today?