...I think I sort of like it that they have faces. And if the Moon is spying on you, you should make sure your curtains are closed. [The Moon's not the only one who could be trying to be a perv at you, after all! But somehow the subject is bringing a very faint smile to his face. She might be the first person he knows who's admitted to wanting to stay, who thinks of Death City with the mixture of fondness and annoyance that a person reserves for their home.]