Key? What kind of name was that? Priscilla frowned a bit, put off by the name. Was it something his parents had called him, or had he gone and named himself that? She forced a smile to her lips. It didn't matter, Key was helping her. She, or he, was the only person who had offered such kindness to her for weeks. She wasn't going to ruin that by saying something to offend her.
"Alright. And my name is Priscilla." It was a proper name, though unusual for all that. It was elegant, impressive, and it suited Pris perfectly.

She watched and waited, silent and patient, while her new roomate paid for her game. The store had so many unusual things in it. Priscilla poked a mug with an angry zombie on it, disgust on her face, but then her face lit up when she saw something she actually recognized. Even she had watched Sailor Moon when she was younger, and the sight of the first pink compact of the original series made her want to break out the bills and buy it, just because it existed. She had to pull herself away when Key was done paying to follow her outside.