"Miranda, huh," Rodolf mumbled, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked rather openly toward the dark green haired beauty.
"What is with that disgusting smile?" Cylien asked, immediately reaching up to pull at Rodolf's cheeks.
"Oi, stop that," Rodolf muttered, swatting lightly at her hand before lowering his voice. "I recognized her, you know. From the game."
"Really?" Cylien glanced toward Miranda with a more curious expression.
She had never played the games as obsessively as Rodolf had. Perhaps she had seen Miranda's character before and simply forgotten, or perhaps she had never paid much attention to that part of the story. Rodolf, however, had spent far more time with the first game than most of them. There was no chance he could mistake Miranda's features.
"What about the girl beside Miranda?" John asked, looking toward Gisla. "Do you recognize her?"
Rodolf studied the auburn haired princess for a few seconds, then shook his head.
"Nope."
