within every dewdrop is struggle

Hattori wasn't entirely sure what to expect. She had the look of a woman who enjoyed the softer side of life, like she'd spent her days at the shoulder of someone in charge. Such a lifestyle wasn't at all uncommon back in Nihon, but Hattori had little need of or interest in such a woman here. Had she worked that angle he would have sent her away, perhaps to Fenmyre where they revelled in that sort of debauchery, but instead the woman had more to offer. Skills that would no doubt prove useful. He supposed he shouldn't judge a book by its cover and if she was as talented as she claimed then he imagined she would have much to share with the children of Tojo.

Considering it a moment longer, he blinked slowly, breaking the stone of his gaze.

"We could make use of your services, but am I to trust they are as good as you claim, Chiba? ?"