[ I. ]

Gauche and uninspiring.

[ Hibiki isn't here to be assessed herself so much as to assess everybody else. Thus, she is hanging back. And sipping tea. ]

Anyone who can't pay attention to a simple speech is bound to be eliminated.

[ II. ]

All of this on number one.

[ Hibiki places a considerable amount of currency on the betting table. When the wisdom of this move is questioned: ] Splitting it diminishes the fullness of victory. Number one shall prevail.

I guarantee it.

[ The bookies are sharing a shifty look now. And a third is coming up behind Hibiki. ]

[ III. ]

[ Hibiki watches without much interest as the stray munga dashes down the street. She delicately spears a bite of the local dessert she'd seen fit to try at this outdoor cafe.

It is halfway to her mouth when the lizard leaps up, snaps it away from her, and lands on her table. Her beverage falls to the ground, cup shattering. ]

OI!

[ Anyone in pursuit of the creature will get a finger pointed at them Very Insistently. ]

CAN'T YOU CONTROL THIS UNSIGHTLY, UNRULY COMPANION?!

[ VI ]

I am unaccustomed to cohabitation.

[ Yes, Hibiki saw that multiple names were assigned to this room in the Dreaming Bridge. No, Hibiki does not seem to care, from the way her things now occupy both beds. (How did she obtain this many material goods already, anyway? There's even a red carpet on the floor...)

Not even being confronted with her new roommate(s?) has her dissuaded from owning the whole darn place. ]

Ample rooms exist. Use one of those.