The pink-hair looked up when Kanae addressed her.  “Oh, of course.  I’d be glad to.  Just allow me to rearrange my bag for a moment…”  She picked up the bag she’d put on the floor and took a few moments to root around in it – probably so she could hide the knife she’d produced during their conversation – and then stood up.  “We’ll be speaking to you later.”  With that, they left the Johnson (and the bill).  They headed outside, and towards their vehicles.  “Do you have a place in mind for this discussion, or should we arrange it now?”