Certain parts of Toshiko were more notable than others but they were quickly ignored through a veil of professionalism. Reading the same things so much was boring, even if it had the potential to reshape her skills entirely. Even the ritual of making tea, brought from a fine art to a simple, crass process of making a drink, was a welcome respite from trying to work out the "simplest expression of your affinity": what was simple about an absence?

Ryuuko swung her legs off the couch and set the water to boil, smoothing down today's simpler, green kimono whilst waiting. They had a case? That was a welcome development, since she'd always expected a detective agency to be more interesting. The gaps between cases were certainly teaching her a childhood's worth of lessons on being lazy. It was almost disappointing that it was only a theft...

The detective offered her a file whilst the tea was starting to brew and she glanced through it, noting the oddities. She placed it on a table before removing the leaves and handing the cup over, then looked again in more detail. Stolen without a trace...

"If the security was defeated without being disabled, then only someone who knew the security intimately could be responsible. I expect a family member or someone in their employ, as no spy with enough skill would lower themselves to mere thievery," the heiress stated, her own cup clasped between two hands.