As he was placing the flyer onto the counter, he made sure not to crowd the young woman....though it seemed to do little good. After all, he was pretty sure she'd just...wait. Did she [i]squeak[/i]? Briefly he blinked down at her in slight surprise....but his focus was quickly elsewhere as the man directed the two of them to follow after him. 

Yuuris didn't pay much more attention to the young woman, ignoring the stares he got. He was used too it, after all. The corridors they passed meant nothing to him....had he been here before? It was likely....but he didn't remember. Oh. Right. He shifted his gait slightly, tilting his head to the side to make sure that the spirit on his shoulder hadn't fallen off....or was in danger of falling off. He should probably apologize to the thing.....he wasn't the most talkative of sorts, after all. 

The room that the group entered was obviously a waiting room. These people were ones he would likely be working with for the time being, he realized which made Yuuris pause, leaning his weight almost nonchalantly onto his left leg and rested a hand on the hilt of his sword in a way that wasn't threatening but telling that he was ready at a moments notice to defend himself. He scanned the people, eyes landing on the Oni woman first. Formidable and quick to anger, if he remembered about the Oni correctly....so he made a note to speak to her as little as possible. Still, she was showing off a rather soft side, playing her instrument to pass the time....[i]was it to throw the rest of the group off[/i]? Shifting his gaze from her, he moved on...assessing the Beastfolk girl next. He was unaccustomed to dealing with Beastfolk, though he did remember that most didn't look quite as...well groomed as this one. Prideful, possibly? Nearby was a Gnome, sitting in a chair with an air around him that Yuuris was quite familiar with; don't fuck with me. [b]Noted[/b]. There was a middle aged man sitting not far off, reading, but there was not much Yuuris could tell from him. Still, of all the people in this group so far, humans were by far the craftiest. He'd have to stay on his toes. Finally, he assessed the young woman he'd been brought to the room with. She was small, petite in stature he gathered as he watched her make her way to the table, sitting between the two other women in the room. But the smallest were often times the fastest, so he had no doubt she was quick on her feet. That being said....she didn't much [i]look [/i]like a fighter. 

Assessment done, he moved to the window, taking a spot leaning against the wall and stareing out it with his arms crossed over his chest. This...wasn't what he was expecting. To be dealing with such a large group was not high up on his to-do list....but the pay was decent. And it was harder and harder for him to find decent jobs. Merc work wasn't exactly the most stable of lines, after all. On top of that, he was now contracted to a little tiny spirit....oh, he should probably check on the thing, shouldn't he? He reached up a hand, turning his head to where he could see the cat, and hesitantly brushed gloved fingers along it, at the very least to make sure it wasn't dead.