(No one really just drives by this place--the assumption the visitor is an actual visitor proves to be true as the plain black sedan stops. After a minute of probable checking this is the correct address, a man steps out to straighten his lapel and--well, then sees you. "Good afternoon!" he calls out once he starts to approach. "Dankuri Memeko works here, correct?")
[Well. All things considered, no matter what may come of this, perhaps he can be useful. He is useful at so very little things, but being hospitable is surely something he can manage now, isn’t it? Mikazuki laughs warmly, for a moment, at the sheer absurdity of the contrast of their outfits- proper, crisp, modern business versus he, a moving gallery of regalia and finery that was outdated the moment he was given a voice.]
Ahaha, it is not often we have visitors! I am pleased I was here to meet you, honored guest.
[Of course, he is an old man, and as an old man he follows up his initial bow with another to be polite. Two, three, perhaps? They’re all reflexive, but all just as enthusiastic as the last, as he finally rights himself, neatly clasps his fingers together, and keeps them all the further from the blade hanging at his side.]
[Does she work here? Of course she does. He takes a moment to ponder, as if that is somehow a question he does not immediately know the answer to, but he mulls it over before nodding. He has not been one for the intrigue and the delicacy of lying, manipulating, half-truths and deceit… so he shall offer his own honesty, in his own way. After all, there are many layers to their supervision, and what this man knows alone could be everything or nothing. So… he shall not lie.]
Ah, yes, yes, this is the correct address. I apologize if you did not find us on the first trip around, I tend to lose myself at times, in fact, even now… but, ah, yes. She works here, yes. I am one of…
Her employees, yes? If you are here for an interview of sorts, I am afraid she is not present, but, ah, if you are here for an inspection or a tour, I shall be glad to accompany you.
[He only pulls his fingers apart to beckon, to wave, in the most grandfatherly way he possibly can.]