"I think she'll like the one with the pink shell."

Ilda's head pops out of the stall next to the one selling seashells, grinning. She looks as goofy as always, but there's a pinkish tint on her cheeks — clearly, she's pleased that Sheena's bothered to think of her. "Hi, big sis! And thanks, though you really don't have to get me anything!"