[Miyabi stares at Waka's face for a few seconds longer than is really necessary - has she...seen this man before? He seems familiar in some way, though she can't place how, why, or from where. Mm, it must be nothing. Maybe she saw him around the Oina village at some point in her life. A traveler, perhaps.]

You're a prophet?! [Holy wow. That explains it then.] Ah...I'm sorry, I didn't know, and I acted poorly to you, Master Waka. Please forgive my rudeness. Uhm...but before you mentioned the mallet...it is possible that you come from Nippon, sir? Or is that only what you saw in a vision?

[She's homesick. Miyabi wants someone to talk to again, about familiar things. She's been the only one from her world for a very long time.]