[I can tell it's gunpowder, Daisy thinks. It's moments like this when she wishes she was inside her armor. She is not even in danger, and it's civilian ventures that frighten her a lot more than battles.

She hates the feeling.

Daisy twitches when another one goes off, but she turns to Fuuko. Somehow, looking at the little girl in peace with the fireworks gets to calm her.

A wheel. that's what Fuuko meant.

She finally notices the dots from where the lights come from the ground, and detonate on the sky.]

I never thought I'd see them in Luceti. It always seemed like a place too small to see things like these.

[She sees another one. Daisy braces herself this time for the burst - its' easier for her to bear it when she expects it, in any case.]

I've met her... [A very eccentric girl, too.] I think she spoke all known human languages of Earth.