Mitsuko Yurizono

[After the announcements and death of Beatrice, Mitsuko calls her roommate back to their bedroom. That hidden food she gathered so carefully earlier in the week probably was going to be eaten soon but, well. If that's what it takes to get her alone for a few minutes? That's good enough. They had things to discuss: important things that may or may not include murder and eating.

After they get into Bird 112, Mitsuko shuts the door behind them. Mitsuko's almost depressed attitude shifts into a more serious tone when the door closes.]

Lady Conchita, I didn't want to say this in front of the others but I think you're the one who thinks most like me.

[She sighs, raising her shoulders.]

Taking away the body like that was a waste. She always smelled of smoke and wine but that spirit of hers as just as much of a seasoning as any spice.

[There actually is a bit of sorrow creeping back into her voice.]