There was no use holding back the façade any longer, this girl was his test subject, which meant she was clever, very clever. "You're welcome, my dear" he reached out to take a hold of the coat as she held it out to him. However her question reached his ears, "My name is Enigma" he said plain and simple. The man was well aware that even in Mizu's cryogenic sleep that she'd of heard that name a few times.
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However, the man had made it a rule for his colleagues to label him as 'Sir' or 'Mister Saxon', which they did a good chunk of the time, but there were occurrences when his work name would slip. After giving her his name the man stayed staring to her "Get some rest, my Dear. It's been quite the day for you" without another word he turned and exited the room. Keying in the lock code before heading out for the night to get his files on Mizuki from the office.

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Hours had passed and Enigma had returned, sitting in his office at home, going over some of her files . Distinct noises caused Koschei's eyes to avert from his paperwork to screen itself. Slowly closing the file he leaned forward with his elbow upon the desk, his head against his hand just watching every move. After an hour or so of studying her, it came to his realization that something spooked her. Perhaps clouded memories of past procedures done to her.

Honestly, if Koschei was a different man, a more compassionate man; he would let her go. But of course he wasn't. After he himself got a bit of rest, a shower and change of clothes, he headed toward Mizuki's room and keyed in the code before entering "Good Morning, My Sweet" he was more than certain she was utterly exhausted. "Oh my Dear…" he got a good look at her as he neared "you truly look exhausted... are you alright?" he questioned as he neared. Truthfully, he'd been arguing with himself for a good chunk of the night. Whether to let her become more acquainted with the place or simply start on tests.

At this current time, he was still struggling with himself mentally and figured he'd see how the morning went. Enigma crossed the space between himself and the young woman, reaching out cup her cheek as he leaned in inspecting her complexion, the look in her eyes. Truly, Enigma wasn't a completely evil man. He held a hint of respect for his test subjects, especially favored ones and Mizuki? Oh she was his top favorite.