Unfortunately, Mitsuru is beginning to get the feeling that he's having a bit of a joke at her expense — and that is not a feeling she likes, especially not on top of the sense of disorientation she's experiencing.

She puts up her sword — she can draw it again in an instant should she need it — and looks back at him, a slight frown creasing her brow.

"A guest of whom, exactly?"

Mitsuru is already beginning to think 'guest' is the wrong word, because that would imply she came here willingly, and she feels rather more like she's been kidnapped.