Like I said, I, um. Made them myself.

[Emma failing to understand what she means motivates Yasu to talk more about her "OCs," at least.][Since her last idea now seems silly, Yasu gropes for a random name and eventually lands on,] Clair, and the girl in the mask is, uh...

Is, uh...

[Yasu's blush swallows whatever she was about to say.]