A young, unattended little girl in a school uniform comes traipsing along.  She has the blade of a [i]Katana[/i] slit through her head, and in all honesty, she should probably be writhing in pain or dead.  However, as it appears, she is unaffected by the injury.  In fact, she is nonchalantly adorning a sweet succulent smile of contentment across her clueless face, and upon further investigation, it is fairly easy to assume that even if there is a possibility that a hint of agony is buried beneath her obliviously complacent eyes, asking her about such a thing would be far less satisfactory than inquiring on a more important question such as:

[quote][i]"What is your favorite color, my sweet summer child?"[/i][/quote]

She is, after all, functioning like a normal human being.  It would be rude to poke at her deformities.  But, then again, the narrator is not everyone; just merely a writer making suggestions to the other players.