[ The mirror isn't on for even a moment before crying can be heard. It's not coming from the blonde girl with the inordinately large eyebrows, either. No, the sounds are coming from the large egg cradled in her arms, the painted face on its shell drawn to further illustrate its distress. ]

Oh no! What am I going to do? [ The young girl is trying her best to be reassuring and soothing to the little thing, but it will have none of it! This behavior is slowly eating away at Mugi's calm demeanor. ] There, there. No need to cry~. I'm sure we can find your "mama", somehow.

[ She shifts in place, having retrieved her garments moments earlier but not yet changed out of the tell-tale slip given to newcomers in the Gardens.

Mugi is giving the egg her full attention, and has not yet noticed the Vine that was broadcasting the scene. ] This is quite a dilemma... and since when did they make trial babies out to be in this shape?

[No embarrassing video today. Though Samus is out of the dress, there's something else going on that has her frustrated.]

I just need to know one thing.

[She stops talking for a moment, so everybody can hear the cries of "mama" in the background.

Heard them? Good.]

How to make it stop.

[If you can make it out, you'll hear the following comment mixed in with the crying.]

I thought I was done with babies.

[The look on Mami's face when she summons a functioning mirror belongs to a person grappling with confusion almost to the point of distraction. A little dazed for all that she still smiles calmly, the threads of her composure noticeably thin for once. There's no fear or anger bleeding through, no, not exactly - just the blankness that comes with a complete lack of understanding.

The egg nestled in her arms (and currently making one hell of a racket) definitely has something to do with that, although not all.... Mami had left the Gardens, suddenly and without warning, returning to the dark void that had enveloped her after her death. And then, just as suddenly, she was plucked out of it again to wake up here once more. It's not a possibility she had ever really believed could happen to her, strange as that might be, and the reality of it having happened anyway has rattled Mami.

Not even the dead are guaranteed a permanent stay.]

....well, I seem to be back! Apologies if my disappearance inconvienced anyone. Um, I suppose I missed quite a bit, given the current...ah, situation.

[The eggbaby cries on, letting out a particularly loud and plaintive wail of "mama!" that makes Mami's gaze drop to regard it. The gold eyes clear somewhat to make room for concern; she worries her lower lip for a few moments. When she looks into the Vine again, Mami's smile returns - this time apologetic and faintly tired. She gestures to the plant to end the feed in favor of text.]

Sorry. I guess I shouldn't have bothered the rest of you with all that noise.

[Eventually, Mami decides to try and see if the steady rhythm of a nice long walk around the Gardens might calm the eggbaby down. It'll be hard to miss her, even as she sticks to the fringes of areas, given those loud and needy wails that no amount of cajoling or murmuring from her can quiet.]