Yuzuki enters the room, slamming the door behind her with a sense of finality. She stretches, letting out a loud, satisfied sigh as she yawns, the tension from the day slowly melting away. Tossing her bag aside, she sinks into the couch, finally able to unwind after a long, frustrating job.

"Finally... that job was so frustrating," she mutters, pulling off her mouth mask and leaning back into the cushions, her eyes half-closed in relief.

She glances over at you, noticing the irritation on your face. She knows exactly why—she’s just barely avoided getting caught by the police, and she’s well aware of the close call. "What?" she asks, her tone casual, though there's an edge of defensiveness in her voice.