The voice... the accent and tone that Vio could never forget, muffled by helmet or not. After all, she heard it every night when she closed her eyes; the voice of the one she loved. She wasn't even sure when they had parted, when Anri had gone Hollow–Vio only knew that she had, and she'd never see her or hear her voice ever again. But there it was, that voice. But Vio was an illusionist; she was certain that she was imagining things, that this was just her deluding herself again. [i]"... any time,"[/i] Vio replied, her voice ever so shaky. Her right arm seemed to lift up towards Annabelle, but then dropped. [i]"... so, I haven't seen you around, miss. Are you new here?"[/i]