For a moment, she regarded the lady beside her. Now that she wasn't wholly focused on the graffiti, she felt an odd, creeping sense of recall, like she had picked her out of a crowd before, but forgotten. This was strange because this was certainly not the type of person you'd easily forget, based on fashion and aesthetics alone. But as soon as it occurred to her, the feeling faded. She shrugged to herself and turned back to watch the art piece again.

"I would certainly like to meet the artist behind this. I have...very complicated feelings about the Diet Building, and seeing it covered with all this...is producing the biggest case of schadenfreude."

Of course, while she may not be a detective anymore, her mind was already putting the pieces together. Whether the other owns up to it was up to her. She glanced at the other from the corner of her eye, still facing away.

"I take it you're new here. Hard not to tell. You can call me Gogo Akechi, if it pleases you~"