"It's nice to meet you," Miku said politely, unsure of what to make of the stranger. She exchanged a glance with Alfons. "First thing, first," she began as the bus took off and turned to Alfons, still fiddling with the tiny camera. "How does this camera work? We don't have anything this small except maybe Polaroids. And their quality is horrible."

Cameras were something she could talk about all day long.