A still damp Kyakona abruptly stopped her continued rant at Eiko as she was quite litterally grabbed, lifted, and set back down in front of the client by the drowsy President. 

"Oh! Y-yes, sir!" She gave a bubbly salute to Yuzurua before turning her attention to the girl, grabbing her hand and [s]dragging[/s] bringing her to a better spot to talk than in the way if the door.

"So, what does this painting of yours look like??"