Zahra stares off into the distance as Katsuya spaces out. They've gotten used to the occasional lull in conversation as he is overtaken by some long-buried memory or vision or another, so they take the opportunity tp do some introspection themself.

...

Introspection done!

"Yeah. That's definitely an Ancient Egyptian goat herding whistle. I guess your past life was a goatherd?"

hey zahra have you ever heard of this thing called tact