If there's any consolation for Koharu, it's that she's not the only one awake. A woman in her twenties, maybe thirties, is settled near a small group of children. It seems most of them have gotten the blankets and such that the aquarium has provided, but the woman herself is sitting upright with a large thick quilt spread out along her lap. At least, it's the makings of a quilt. With a needle in hand, she's stitching patterns along it, hand patiently weaving her tool through. All that seems to light her work up is the glow of the moon from beneath the waves. Occasionally, she pauses to move her thick red hair out of the way.

Apparently she's not completely focused on her work, or at least not so much that she can't tell when she's being stared at. "Problems, honey?" she asks, Southern accent thick and distinct.