It's nice to have a pretty place where you can remember, isn't it? Not somewhere grim like a graveyard. I'm glad someone thought of this. [A bit wistfully.]
[Then she looks up and smiles as well, the scarring only causing a hint of concern in her eyes.] I'm Mako Nakarai, but you can call me Nakama. Um, what's the right thing to call you...? [She's never sure about titles.]