"Hi, Miss. Hannah," Mary chirped, carting herself and her bag of equipment through the door. Jesse's hand fell back to his side as she slipped out from his grasp. The bag of equipment she carried on her shoulder and lugged against the rest of her body was forcing one of her navy blue school uniform socks down her leg. Her pigtails were slightly askew as well, and Jesse was holding one of the ribbons in his hand along with the backpack.
"Ms. Sato, doin' well?" Jesse greeted the immortal after he'd stepped into the suite. He looked it over, taking in the opulence and the taste of the place. He personally couldn't imagine living like this. It bespoke of too many boundaries and restrictions for his liking. A body couldn't get properly restless or angry in here (at least by his standards) without worrying about breaking or damaging something. Where was the fun in that? Mary, on the other hand, looked as comfortable as she ever did and pleased to be standing in front of her fencing instructor for the first time since the beginning of Summer. "Thanks for agreeing to meet on such short notice. We appreciate it, don't we, Mary?"
"Thank you, Miss Hannah," Mary responded politely and on cue. "I didn't know I was getting private lessons until dad told me! I brought all my stuff just in case."