[ The camera shows a pretty, young girl with stylishly messy, pink hair and an acid-washed grey jean jacket buttoned up but to leave her décolletage out to breathe, the barest implication of cleavage visible from the right angle, as someone who’s full-body animated, holding her phone out at arms’ length, steadily-ish, and clearly full of energy. She’s got a bright grin on full, petal pink lips and rosy cheeks — yet au naturel, cuz even in space, makeup is expensive. But if someone is talking about being an idol and clearly is so handsome he looks the part, bare face can’t matter. She’s fresh faced naturally anyway... particularly so right now, in fact, all but literally sparkling at the user on the other end. In fact, is she sparkling? Pink? Just a subtle filter? ]

Ah, excuse me, excuse me— I have a strange question for you... You said you’re an idol back home. Where is “back home?” Your name sounds Japanese, but could you possibly be from... the Glitter Planet, by any chance? Do you know a hair and makeup artist named Kisaragi Seiji-sama?! Maybe you worked together, or, um, neighbors there— cousins, maybe?

[ She pauses for effect before she mentions the Glitter Planet, as if she’s expecting it to have some kind of resonance, a tone like she’ll win Jeopardy! points by guessing right. She’s very excited about this person she’s comparing Ren to, whoever he is. ]