Kyris didn't so much as flinch at the mention of the boy being of "her kind" rather, she stood abruptly, bowing a second time, "Understood, M'lady. I shall make the appropriate preparations and depart on the morrow, should it please you." Her master gave a curt nod by way of assent, and with another bow, Kyris exited the room. She drifted like a ghost through the facility until she reached the door to her room. She stopped to examine the engraved nameplate with a frown "Kyrisa Valeria." That was her name, but it held no meaning for her. The blond scratched the tip of her nose nonchalantly and stepped into her room. It was a pleasant day out, and Kyris would have nothing more to do after making her travel arrangements and ensuring that her weapons were in the proper condition. Once that was finished she stripped out of her formal uniform and into her favorite white halter top and black skirt. She slipped her dainty feet into white sandals and redid the pony at the back of her head, replacing the hair clip with gentle care. Afterwards she turned to her nightstand and grabbed the book of poetry she'd been reading before bed. Checking to see that her page was marked, she slipped out of her room and down the hall in the direction of the botanical garden. She loved it there, with the flowers and the soothing sound of the water that fed them. Delicately, Kyris picked one of the flowers and inhaled its sweet scent before tucking it into her hair. She walked a little farther before settling down in a small field of smaller flowers. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she began to read.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">” A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:<br/>Its loveliness increases; it will never<br/>Pass into nothingness; but still will keep<br/>A bower quiet for us, and a sleep<br/>Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”<br/>-- John Keats</span><br/><br/>Kyris woke hours later, stretched out in the grass, her book lying open over her stomach. Yawning widely, she sat up and rubbed the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes. Birds were beginning to stir; it was early morning. Kyris shook her head at herself. Some assassin indeed, falling asleep to poetry in a field of flowers. How utterly terrifying. She stood and dusted off her skirt, the tucked the book under her arm and headed back to her room. Her flight was to leave in a matter of hours. She showered and packed her usual gear, but added her book of poetry on a whim. With her bag packed and her person clean and dressed properly, she headed out. As expected, there was a vehicle waiting to take her to the airport. It would be a short flight, but Kyris would spend it  re-reading the dossier on her quarry: a boy who went by the name Toshi.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the airport and into the sunshine almost an hour later. Her bag rolled quietly behind her and she decided to check in to her hotel before doing some recon work. She returned a few hours later, after a light dinner. Apparently the boy had a habit of sleeping on the local transit vehicles. It was an adequate place to begin.