I've got my sword. Ikebana came along, even if she's dead silent. Just a copy, I guess. [ She scratches the side of her nose, looking at the sword propped in arms reach, then shrugs. ]

Lets just do unarmed for now. I'm not real keen on making a lot of noise this late. Its not like back home. This place is more like a retirement community by comparison.

So, final verdict. Its a date? Meet you outside?