Yamato demurely covered her smile and half-closed her eyes. "It was quite a shock to me as well when I awoke with hands and fingers and all this hair. I remember..." Her features lost some of their mirth but she only paused for an instant as she reached up to touch the flowers in her hair. "I remember the first cherry blossoms of April in 1945. I remember Operation Ten-go and my own death, but I was not...sentient. Not until I was awakened by my return to the land of the living in this style." She shook off the dark talk and pressed on. "As for this body-while it looks human, I would advise you not to try punching me. I am very strong as well-the exact figures are classified, but I can say that an Olympic weight-lifter would be put to shame. And my guns." There was a sparkle in her eyes. "They are every bit as fine and powerful as they ever were."

Which was all well and good, but meant that Louise was rooming with an unstoppable, if fluffy, juggernaut.