[the comment makes a touch of color rise to her cheeks, wondering if it's so blatantly obvious, but to her credit, she doesn't flinch. she was warned, and while if she was on her own, she might flee, she can feel the presence of her youkai emboldening her, keeping her steady. one ill spoken man can't send her scurrying - that would be shameful. instead, she takes a tiny breath, and continues in the same tone.]

I have something for Mr. Majima and Mr. Okada, yes.

[in the strange translation of this world, the -san is added onto them both. she has to do it deliberately.]

But it's something that can only be handed to them, so I truly apologize for the bother, sir.