[hider=Pointless]Yuki twitched--and almost followed through with her threat, only to stop herself and issue a final warning. It was, however, considerably more physical and possibly enough to pierce the block of wood to reach the shrivelled husk that constituted Noriaki's brain.

In short, she drew and sliced, blade passing so close to the other girl that it caught a stray lock of hair, the strands falling apart as they passed her field of vision, and Yuki's katana--not the nodachi--was returned to its sheath.

"I will join you again on the road east," the samurai stated, polite but... mechanical, before she turned around for the exit, determined to get her sake [i]now[/i]. The heavy pack on her back was definitely rather bulky... 

She glanced at Sumire--if she was who she claimed to be, then there was a lot of money--but said nothing. Hopefully, she would make sure they purchased enough food before they got going. In a group this size, she doubted anyone had enough food to last even a few days.[/hider]