Minato, for a moment, gives her a cheeky smirk. He was going to enjoy this week, even a little bit; at least he'd be stationed next to Faith. Nice girl (she'd even taken him up on a date, and Minato was the type to strike out more than he lucked out, and kept on with him when he managed to embarrass himself a few times), easy on the eyes, and she'd be in a maid costume the whole week? Things were looking bright.
"Oh, are you the people my cousin works with?"Minato's cheeky smirk instantly evaporates, the ghost of an unspoken "Oh
no" on his lips.
A
young-looking woman in a sharp, black suit (not unlike Minato's usual choice of attire) is leaning by the entrance of the safehouse. At first sight, she seems about as old as Minato is, if not a little older. The smug, irritating grin of a child pampered far too much dances on her lips as she sizes up the members of the team.