Her eyes followed the man as he came in, seeing his loose hair and tall features. Frowning, she returned to the small alcove they kept the chilled sake in and grabbed another jug as the girl who'd seated him, a dear friend named Mei, chatted excitedly about the "strange man."<br/><br/>"I'm sure he's just passing through. No. Yes. No," she said again in her low voice,  shaking her head. "I'm positive he isn't here to kill us. You don't have to serve him. I shall."<br/><br/>After giving the man another two minutes - which she spent examining his attired and person, wondering why he'd stop in Onawa of all places - she walked over and bowed at the waist. Dressed in undyed wool, she shifted at the itchy material as she straightened. "Have you made your decision, sir?"