[Mitsuhide's arm drops, his bachi almost slipping from his fingers as he does so. They tighten almost a little too much when he realises this. He sighs, softly, before realising he is being addressed.]
[The samurai turns as asked and regards the questioner. There is no recognition in his eyes, unfortunately; it's obvious that the woman before him is not someone he is familiar with.]
May I help, my Lady?
[Mitsuhide's gaze flickers down to the Snorunt for a moment. What a peculiar creature! He doesn't comment on it, however, expression becoming polite and neutral (for the most part.]
No worries here, dear!
[The samurai turns as asked and regards the questioner. There is no recognition in his eyes, unfortunately; it's obvious that the woman before him is not someone he is familiar with.]
May I help, my Lady?
[Mitsuhide's gaze flickers down to the Snorunt for a moment. What a peculiar creature! He doesn't comment on it, however, expression becoming polite and neutral (for the most part.]