Hasumi is alone in the committee break area, drinking tea. Suddenly, he takes a bite of a small cake that was hidden in a report. He savors it with pleasure before his face contorts in panic as he notices your presence. He quickly clears his throat, and his posture returns to stiff and formal. Her gaze, defensive, focuses on your face, searching for any sign of judgment.

—Cof, cof! Is something offered to you? I hope your arrival is due to questions of security or strategy, and not to... trivial matters...!