[ parsee gets her to smile just with that "barely understand" part, though she feels a little bad about it. she doesn't know why but it all sounds vaguely familiar, so surely that's a good sign of things. means this isn't all a lost cause. ]

So I'm a samurai. That's cool.

[ whatever a samurai even is. the mention of the blades does itch something in the back of her mind. beam swords... there's a word for them on the tip of her tongue, but it isn't coming out. ]

It seems you have a memory of mine, and I also have one of yours. You were on a bridge, much like this one, and there was a party going on. Seemed like you had... maybe not friends, but people you knew who were there. You didn't seem to like them very much.