[Ash is walking down a road near the arena, conducting an imaginary orchestra as he hums
La Marseillaise to himself.]
[Momentarily, he stops, staring up at the grand construct, and sighs.]
It's so boring around here. Orochi hasn't reared his head, and I haven't bumped into m'sieur Kusanagi in ages.
Perhaps it's time for some livening up... [Idly, green flames lick the air from his fingertips as he begins to grin to himself.]