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"Mami Tomoe?" came a question voice from in front of her. A man was suddenly standing there looking over his shoulder at the girl. He was dressed in an archaic kimono and he rested a long, unwieldy looking sword on his shoulder. It wasn't as though he'd arrived all of a sudden. As he turned to face her, a look of intrigue on his face, it was more like he had suddenly emerged from somewhere in the background of the universe. Sasaki Kojoro had never enjoyed the Presence Concealment skill he'd developed, and loathed using it for its true purposes of spying and assassination, but it was useful for getting around while equipped for battle without turning any heads. He would keep his weapon in spiritual form were it not for the oppressive buzzing he could feel in the walls, Reality Emitters holding him in far more solid of a state than he had grown used too, and faced with the choice of either carrying his sword in peace or being caught off guard when it was time for war he preferred the latter.

"How are you?" He said as he stepped forward to greet her. Mami had been his guide when he had first arrived to work as a dog of the UUC. Maybe other people would have scoffed at a girl her age being an agent of such a far reaching and powerful organization, but Sasaki had not even questioned it. His own master was only slightly older than her after all, and he had witnessed first hand the valor displayed by Jeanne d'Arc on top of all the stories Gilles had regaled him with after the whole of France had been dropped here. His finely honed instinct for battle had told him immediately when they met that Mami fell into that class. "It is...interesting to see you here. Nowhere this dock connects to is frequented by those as reputable as yourself. Tell me, are you setting out intending to do business?"