"Oh, hey there, Miss. You're the head of this company, I'd assume? Kinda young, wouldn't you say? And inexperienced too, judging from the fact that my hands are completely untied? Say, what would you do right now if I had been a infected guy who would turn into a Gastraea right before your very eyes and eat you whole? Hmm? Ah, I know. You'd rely on those two, right?"

Flint raised his Desert Eagle, he held it tightly in his left hand and his finger rested gently on the trigger. "I think we shouldn't take any chances" Flint said threateningly. 
Yuki butted in. 
"You have become quite rude Masanori-san.....I guess you don't remember me at all. Do you? I wonder what Midori would think, if she saw you wondering around into different buildings at random.""
Flint was confused on what relationship the two where in. Who was this Midori? The name seemed vaguely familiar. Maybe Yuki had mentioned her in the past?
Flint kept his gun raised to the hostile man. Ready for any sudden movements.
"Masanori-san, Why did you come in here anyway?" Yuki asked calmly.