Once more, the door opened, as a young woman clad in a floral kimono stepped inside. Hanging from her hip was a wooden sword, and as she entered she was accompanied by the soft clopping of sandals against wood. Almost immediately after entering, she bowed deeply at Toshiko.

"This one apologizes for her lateness, Ando-sama," Ryuuzaki said, speaking in an almost reverent tone. Toshiko was her employer, after all, and as a samurai she was honour-bound to treat her with respect. "Worry not, for it shall not happen again." And then, with the smallest hint of a smile breaking across her usually serious face, she layed a hand on Hanako's head and ruffled her hair. "This one trusts you fare well this dreary noon, little one."