Kurureenu paused when she heard Rune's question. "It's not!" she hollered back, then sighed. "It's a gift from the French!" The woman stared off, almost losing herself to her thoughts. While the present Rune would probably be clueless on who the Statue of Liberty was from, she did wish he was still around. The past Rune wasn't the one for this time. He didn't belong here... He needed to go back, lock himself away in the memories of himself and herself from way back when.
She pitied him now. Stuck in the past, way too stuck in the past. All the thoughts and feelings from back then... They were here, too. Kurureenu felt every little bit and remembered every little bit... How they met, the love that they formed throughout their fights, their children... Their children.
The woman choked back the urge to sob, coughing instead. Her attention went straight for the shadow that hovered over them and she frowned. "That thing better not come by the ferry, Rune!" she screamed, her sword on the floor by her so she could control the vessel.