SoraA salty breeze comes in through the open window, lifting the corner of the tide table. A small crab in the tank disappears under a rock.
Sora first waves at the crab, then smiles sheepishly and sets up the information board.
Hello, I'm Sora. Please feel free to look around the institute. I'll try banning any difficult jargon first.
She takes a pencil out of her teal jacket pocket and points next to the recorder's play button.
Would you like to hear a strange sound from the harbor at dawn? Or shall we start by talking about what color the sea looks like today?