Ugh, I don't know! I could spit out little facts all I want, but that doesn't prove I'm not some kinda mind reader, right? Of all the people to run into in the dead of night, why'd it have to be me? I can barely stand myself on the best of days.

[Momo the Growlithe whines at that, crawling up from the hoodie to on top of Kyoko's head.]