Tsurai was dressed in much heavier armor than her husband. Metal plates covered her body, head to toe, while a pair of swords were strapped to her side. Yet, even in such heavy gear, she ran along side him as easily as if she were in nothing but robes. "Now dear, you know how much I love fighting in the rain," Tsurai said with a grin, "it's just so much cooler don't you think? Like something out of the stories...." She frowned when the subject of her daughter came up. "Don't worry love, yeah? Mari's a tough girl. I'd be more worried about whoever is the lucky soul to run into her after the mission." Her daughter's pastime activities were no secret to her. She tended towards the same, which was how she and Hiro met. She could still remember the look on his face when he walked in on her and his sister.