Rikku doesn't notice the tune at first, though it immediately creeps into her perception of this vast-feeling and lonely room. Along with its dim lighting and the slow movement of the clouds seen through the windows, the entire feel of this memory is already painted for her.

She holds the sides of her arms close to her person with a shiver. She clings onto herself tightly as she approaches the rather creepy looking girl with a curiously familiar sounding voice. The eerie tone intensifies once she realizes that, hey, this is the girl on the airship just moments before. This is Monika, and this... this is her memory.

"Um," Rikku says through a shaky, mousy peep, not wanting to give Monika's statements to the wall the time of day. She moves closer to her, this girl she had only just recently - and barely - became acquainted with, "M-Monika...?"