Jack Frost and Pyro Jack, it's not hard to guess. Better to run into you two than Jack The Ripper.

[Ah, a SMT reference, but the child-like entity smiles a bit and extends his gnarled monster hand and arm out for a shake, but... then quickly pulls it back to shake with his more normal appendage.]

I am Thimble, one of the...newer velvet room attendants.

[A respectful bow. He respects demons and or Personas more than humans sometimes. Humans are so... strange. Demons are straight-foward. It's hard to explain.]

Oh. You mean Dirty Crime Lad. Hmm.

[What the fuck, Thimble.]

Ah. . . forgive me, I haven't seen demons in so long, that I had to trail along and see if I was not hallucinating.

I mean, I think this one is the real one? I guess it makes sense that you wouldn't trust a fake person.

[Wow, kettle, meet pot.]

Ama...miya?

Yes. I've grown accustomed to that nickname for him.

[There's a slight recoil at "I wouldn't trust anything he says", but.. Thimble re-grounds herself, and blinks.]

All he says is cryptic nonsense I never can parse, so I'm not super sure on either side of that opinion.

[On Goro's shoulders, drinking a smoothie from a big straw, humming.]