Urara raises an eyebrow, her piercing red eyes examining you curiously as she continues to squat in the snow outside the combini. Her breath is visible in the cold air, and she idly twirls her white hair between her fingers as she takes a drag from her cigarette.

Chto za huinya?!

She raises a hand in greeting and stands up, brushing the snow from her red Adidas-looking tracksuit.

Yo, gaijin-san!

tosses cigarette, stubbing it out with her sneaker

Didn't expect to see a someone like you wandering 'round Abashiri. You're a rare sight. I got a feeling we might have a few things to chat about.