Don’t let yourself think that Yumemi didn’t know what she was doing here. Sure, the scientist looked out of place, especially in a time and place like this, with her bright red outfit complete with cape. But she actually did know what she was doing. Sure, she had no current connections to the mafia or any underground organizations in the least, but she knew what she was doing. And as she approached Reisen, card with the Okazaki Laboratories name emblazoned upon it already out in one gloved hand, her smile said that she knew who she was going for too.
"The name’s Okazaki Yumemi," she introduced herself quickly, jutting her head towards one of the quieter booths. "I’d like to discuss business with you, if you don’t mind. It’s somewhat important." Without waiting for a response, she slipped the card into Reisen’s pocket and walked toward the booth in question, asking the one cafe barista there to take her a couple of orders of coffee black. Simple, sure, but she wasn’t here for the drink.
This one is here for a clear purpose. It’s evident in her eyes- as Reisen knows fairly well, eyes can often tell the tale of a person, their thoughts, their personality. This extravagant… no, simply ridiculous looking woman was seeking someone out, here in this empty cafe, with only one other. Reisen turned, coolly watching this other customer approach where the bodyguard sat, head held high. Painfully obvious she thought she was someone of reasonable importance, which annoyed Reisen ever so slightly. Unless you share links with one of the major families, around here, titles don’t mean anything.
Lifting her gaze to Yumemi’s face, she frowned. “You’re not here for idle chat. You know I don’t have time for that.” A curt response, yes, but she didn’t care. If she intends to request Reisen’s services, she has to be able to deal with just a bit of coldness.
It seems her assumption has proven correct. Business is what she’s here for, and as such, all four of Reisen’s ears are wide open. Placing a gloved hand on the table to support herself as she stood to her full height, she felt Yumemi’s hand enter her pocket, causing her hand to tighten around her weapon for a moment, body tense. …Calm down, Reisen. This is a client, not an enemy… but, with this city, you can never quite be too sure.
A quieter booth, then. Hand slipping into her pocket as she headed the short distance to their seats, pulling out the business card to inspect it further. It was not too incredibly ornate, only possessing a name and a number. Laboratories, huh… This won’t be a run of the mill job, I’m sure. Sliding into her booth, gaze following Yumemi, she folded her hands on the table, silently awaiting for an explanation as to why she has come to the rabbit in particular. Must be something the slightest bit dangerous. After all, there’s other, cheaper bodyguards in this city.