I have seen you as well. You are the only other who comes here at night, in the quiet, to be near the water-- however tainted it may be.

[Rokuro isn't fond of the chlorine and other pool chemicals, but water is water. With this much metal, concrete, and technology around them it is necessary to connect with nature to replenish the spirit.

He is pleased when Mikumo chooses to shed her bathing suit, if only because it means they are kindred spirits. Rokuro has no appreciation for the female form beyond art, and so she will suffer no unwanted attention from him. Even when he draws closer to observe her face with his singular red eye.]

I am Rokuro Unno. A familiar of the water. As are you, I presume?