The first indication of a guest in the Biodome is a soft humming, unless Bra's sense of smell is way better than her sense of hearing - a beautiful and peaceful voice, aimlessly working through different bits of melodies, never quite settling. Soon the source of that humming walks into sight, a petite green-haired girl, her own belly clearly quite full. Despite the serenity of her voice, her steps are slow and careful, her eyes crinkling with slight pain every so often.

Spotting someone else, Ranka trails off, setting herself down slowly and delicately in the grass not far from Bra. "I have to admit, even if it's a little selfish, I'm glad I'm not alone in this," she says, smiling over at Bra. "I'm Ranka."