Ryūko decided to speak up. "My name is Ryūko, and I'm an alcoholic," she joked. "Jay-kay! Ryūko Drake, dragonewt. Resident weapon specialist. My father is an American Ryu-jin, and my mother is a Japanese dragonewt of the mainstream variety.

"I got picked up by MON after I got caught buying from Night Parade." She said it as if it were no big deal, like stealing a single lollipop from a candy store. "So sue me, I love my guns. And manga. And anime." She abruptly drew a revolver. "Also, if you even [i]think[/i] of touching my guns, my games, my anime, or my manga without permission, Kyo-san..." Her face had taken on a yandere quality. "I'm not allowed to kill you, but you may lose a few fingers."