Ami wasn't one for coffee, but the shop also served iced milk tea, with plenty of sugar. Ami caught sight of Adela as she waited for her own order, but opted to wait for her nice, cold drink before approaching her. She had been training all day, getting a feel for her vastly increased range of weaponry, and had the type of understated, delighted glow about her that those who truly knew her understood was as close to skipping-with-joy as she got.

When she approached Adela, the redhead might notice a certain...expert quality to the various blades holstered around her hips, even if the rest are carefully tucked away in sleeves and folds. They are not just Milan work—they're Sephiroth's work.

"Good afternoon, Senpai," Ami greeted respectfully, sighing in content as she sipped at her beverage.