"Once a hero, always a hero," Rikka breathes. "I should have known I'd never escape the Ministry." She pulls a shining golden pin from the blouse she'd arrived in - she was dressed for a meeting; was that a clue? - and looks at it longingly for a moment, before returning it to its place and shaking her head. "The world always needs heroes. Can I assume you were someone that fought for the world's safety, before... well, this?"