Still inside the house, Amane had started to prepare tea when she heard a loud thud outside. Well, it wasn't just a thud but a pained voice calling out as well. No one normally came to the shrine and even when they did, it didn't lead to screaming voices. However, it was still a set of loud noises and she could only imagine what it was. Walking outside, she looked around for the noises. It was then that she finally figured it out, a girl with a humongous axe. Humongous by her standards at least as she had never seen something bigger than a fire emergency ax. Her outfit was slightly strange but that was besides the point for now. She seemed injured. If the assumed call from her earlier wasn't an indication it would be the bloodied arrow nearby. "!" The girl seemed to be defending from something, an archer? Nonetheless she needed to help the girl and Amane ran over to her, "Are you injured?" A slight tone of worry overcame her natural vocal tendencies. "Should I. . . Could I carry you inside?" Amane doubted she could even lift that axe up, even so, it was worth it to ask.
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Mao smiled at Amami blushing, "Cute." However, when the girl introduced herself she nodded at her and replied, "Mao, just Mao. You can call me Mao. Nice to meet you Yamashita Amami." At this point she opens one of the bottles and drinks a bit out of it. "I will say though, running's not really my thing. I'd rather be punching or kicking to be honest but most really couldn't take a hit, you know?" Mao chuckled a little at what she just said and took a sip of sake, "Or maybe not, no offense to you, but you don't look like someone up for a fist fight or maybe you just look like someone I wouldn't want to be in on the wrong side of a fight gone wrong if that makes sense." Again she chuckled and took a sip and looked over the girl, she was cute for sure and as far as Mao could tell the woman seemed sweet and innocent. Still, looks always cover something about a person and Mao had nothing else to do. Putting an arm around the other for a little bit of leverage, Mao continued to speak, "Want a sip? It's pretty good."