[i]"You walk onto the another's property, armed, and proceed to ask questions? Not very polite... but cute, I suppose."[/i] Tsukimon answered Makoto, a certain level of chiding haughtiness carrying on her voice. The older girl more or less appeared from out of Makoto's peripherals, her presence sudden. 

The entrance of the warehouse still needed work, being both incredibly dull and somewhat dusty. Tsukimon's own part of the structure was somewhere near the back from the entrance, isolated by walls akin to an office cubicles, if higher in order to ensure more privacy. More of these wall 'units' were stacked up in several groups to the side of Tsukimon's makeshift room in order to put up as the group see fit. The bathroom was perhaps one of the only places with proper walls surrounding it to box it off from the rest of the warehouse, and understandably so.

[i]"You heard correctly, none the less. No need for [b]this[/b]."[/i] She eye'd Makoto up and down, clearly referring to her weapon. [i]"Do not just stand there, come an sit. We can talk more once we have some tea. Marie also made some food. We have a guest!"[/i] She called out to the rest of the warehouse. 

Tsukimon wandered off to the kitchen area of the base, simple in appearance much like the ad hoc walls. The dining area appeared to be four office/school tables put together. Makoto appeared ready for a fight while Tsukimon looked anything but, turning her back to a complete stranger and unarmed. Raised in a rather strict traditional gang family, her idea casual clothing was what most would consider formal. Were it not for the open blue dragon-patterned bomber jacket over her black yukata, then she'd appear anything but casual. 

The swordswoman paused, staring at the sandwiches which Marie had laid out in silent admiration and contemplation, then to Marie. [i]"Thank you for the food, Marie. I am sure it will be outstanding, as always."[/i] She said in the best disinterested tone she could muster. A lot harder than it sounded - Marie's cooking was nothing short of divine, and keeping ones composure when trying it for the first time was...difficult. Tsukimon had managed it for the most part, other than the little sparkle that appears in her eyes every time she spots Marie's cooking. 

She began to dig through a cabinet, seeking some tea leaves.