[WELP indeed. There’s that sense of cautious amusement that she’d expected. And that sense of resignation too. That’s enough to confirm to her that he’s not lying to her about his identity. And it fits, at least, with the unfamiliarity with his gift, his general attitude, his attire, and the general sense of this place. She leans to one side, her weight shifting to one foot, and she studies him up and down. Not…quite the expectation she’d had, but then again one rarely got what one thought one would, in her experience. Life had ways of surprising you, and historical figures looking so…pretty…was probably one of those things.]

An honor, then, Okita-san. And, you too, Saizo-san.

[She deliberately doesn’t offer a more formal honorific on a hunch. He didn’t seem to care to be treated like anyone different just because of his name and rank. If the way he’d reacted to her knowing his name had been any indication.]

Sadly, no text I’ve ever read really mentions a pig, but that doesn’t make him any less important.

[Because he is, in a way.]

He arrived with you, then?