[ Since actual conversation is happening, Hana takes a moment to flop down... onto the top of this poor stranger's car, letting her legs dangle off the side and against the passenger side window. And then she shoots Genji a quizzical look. Her parents were around during the golden age of Overwatch, and even with the Organization in decline in her childhood, it was they who still told her stories about those heroes. And Japan wasn't so far away— her visits to Hanamura would sometimes be accompanied by stories of the old Shimada clan that used to have a dragon's grip on what is now a sleepy little part of town.

... In the middle of a bustling parade probably isn't the time to talk about those old day, though, so Hana is happy to save that for a rainy day and move on with the new topic instead. She wears a thoughtful look, humming as she tries to make sense of how long she's been here. It's been such a blur. ]

Yeah, pretty recently. I'm still in boot camp for the Guard, but we got today off because of the festivities or whatever. [ She shakes her head. ] We should totally talk, though! Do you know if there's a good tea place around here?