A few minutes later found Hito Yon leaning against the living room wall, speculating somewhat nervously on what conversations could be taking place in Hitomi’s room. He wanted to think that they were serious and appropriate and professional – but so far he hadn’t been that impressed by the professionalism of Mr. Tanaka’s team.
The door to Hitomi’s room suddenly burst open. Hito straightened and dismissed his thoughts. Hitomi strode into the living room, followed by Al.
Hitomi had changed from her work clothes to a blouse and long skirt. Al was less fancily dressed, as the only costume Hitomi had been able to dig up that was both in the tall woman’s size and relatively ‘normal’ had been for a western comedy. Al was wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a halter top, along with the boots from her alien armor. The black synthetic material looked close enough to leather to pass a casual inspection.
They walked past Hito Yon on their way toward the front door. Hito blinked and broke his silence.
“Hitomi?” He asked. “Where are the two of you going?”
Hitomi turned. “Two of us? Make that three, Mr. Reinforcements. And we’re on our way to the theater. Ms. Al has decided to learn about being human by observing me – and I have a job to see through tonight, you know.”
Hito Yon sputtered a protest, but by the time he could wrap his head around a coherent response the two women had departed. He had to hurry to follow.