Poor Peter, so bereft of company, agrees unerringly.
They have a good time and Nami starts to question her loyalty to the confederation she has long been a part of. Unaware of his recent traumas, she slights a greiving Jinho on the street. She is going skating with Anne. Her friendship with the waif-like white girl has given her an insight into the daily struggles Anne faces. After noticing a hastily hidden scar upon entering the bathroom without knocking, Nami feels something akin to friendship blossom within her tiny blackened heart.
Anne speaks kindly of Peter, and you may think Nami callous for her next course of action. Perhaps she did not register the note of longing within Anne's voice as she praised the young lad, or perhaps she believed Anne was suggesting she got closer to the strange boy. Something about him was so exotic and alluring to Nami... She looked into his eyes and felt no shame...
They fondle themselves.