Rose looked out after the man in question, and how Yukio handled him. It all seemed pretty basic and straight forward to her. At least for now it was still above board. But that didn't mean what was in the back of the shop was. It was unlikely that anyone of the law side would even enter the shop, and if they did, they would find nothing to arouse any kind of suspicion. It was far too clean and tidy. Everything labelled and categorized. All part of what Rose had done in the shop while she had been around.<br/><br/>Still when the boss asked for her to pull out her arm and hook it up, she nodded and disappeared from view for a few moments. When she did reappear she was carrying the arm and without hesitation stood in front Yukio waiting for her to still long enough for the installation. It wasn't too tough a proceedure, but it did require some stillness and delicacy. Rose's nimble fingers moved along the connection points to make sure of the fit, pulling, and pushing the arm into perfect place. Then with a flick of the wrist, the unit was turned on. It sending a bit of a nerve shock throughout Yukio to make sure she knew that the arm was active and ready for her use.<br/><br/>Rose smiled a bit as she watched for any kind or reaction upon her boss' face. She knew she had done some of her most precise and careful work on the arm. Having traced each and every single wire to it's conclusion and replacing more than a few bad circuits. It should operate smoothly without any glitches or shorts now.<br/><br/>Once that was done, she stepped back from Yukio and went back to her standing position, waiting to help the customer. Though that was cut short when there was a phone call. Yukio answered and shortly after placed a hand upon her shoulder. Rose's face only changed for a split second. Annoyed to have to help anyone of the ruling class as it were. She sniffed a bit, though that was restrained by her need to not show any untoward emotion to a direct order.<br/><br/>"It will be done as you say Yukio." She stated softly, and with a slight bow of her head, moved gracefully away from the two in the shop. She knew precisely what she was going to take. A load of her specialized light as a feather but packing a punch guns. They were all in perfect working order, and she doubted most would even recognize them as weapons. It helped, after all, that the weapons in question were made to look like a parasol, an overly large decorative fan, and high heeled boots. She didn't stop there of course, taking a few things that were easily hidden on her person, one a small revolver riding high on her inner thigh via a holster designed to look like a garter belt. A basic shotgun in a designer case that looked like something a decorator would carry her supplies in, and a semi-automatic pistol that she left out in the open in a basic leather harness that only enhanced her figure.<br/><br/>Once that was done, she appeared next to Yukio once more, nodded, and left the shop to go to the place that her transportation was supposed to find her at. She hoped it wasn't some silly little fangirl and useless boyfriend that she had been assigned to guard. Though, knowing the clientele, she doubted that greatly.<br/><br/><br/>After all, what would anyone have to do with Yukio's shop that wasn't into more serious matters? She opened up her parasol and stood in a slightly sunny spot, waiting patiently.