"Very well, Ms. Kiri, if that's correct," Hitoshi bowed. "I will not disappoint, if my years of experience mean anything. I'll just need my weapons back, and I'll be on my way." Retrieving his Varanium sword and shield, Hitoshi followed Flint down to the lobby. He saw Flint sit down on a sofa grumpily, and Hitoshi said, "Don't worry, I can hold my own in a fight, believe me. At the very least, I am not foolish enough to take on situations where I will be killed easily. I do value my life, you know." He leaned on the wall beside Flint, observing the younger man with interest. Hitoshi tugged on the tail he had pasted on himself, but as expected, it was glued to his pants. [i]'Ah well, at least it doesn't look bad,[/i]' Hitoshi thought.

"Say," Hitoshi spoke up after a bit of silence. "What is Yuki to you? A companion in combat? A weapon or shield? Of what importance is she to you?" he asked Flint.