"So, this is our favorite little hope freak. Junko told me aaaall about you." Said the soldier firmly, currently taking a break from pretending to be Junko and looking her normal short black hair, brown blazer look. She reached her hand up, resting her fingers on his chin as she stared at him. "Komaeda." She mumbled under her breath. "I think we might have a problem. Either that, or... we might have a great future in store."