Toma doesn't much care for gardens, these days. Not that he was ever all that preoccupied with them; he might have thought they were pretty, when he was particularly young, but he very rapidly had bigger things to worry about than flowers.

And then there was the island, where flowers were, in fact, the biggest thing he had to worry about.

But... he's told there's someone here he should talk to.

She's certainly easy to find, at least. He eyes the surrounding plants as he approaches her, before tearing his gaze away to actually look at the towering, ball-jointed woman. Creepy. "...You're the Doll, then?"