Sakuramoria

"What kind of gift is that?... Lead?" Futaba pondered for a few seconds, considering how to best handle the situation. Without revealing that she had already dissected their possible plan in her mind, she stepped away from the door and into the room, indicating that they could enter. "Well, hello. Just wipe your feet first." Turning slightly sideways to the entrance, but in a way that didn't appear suspicious, she kept one hand near the spot where she had hidden a sharpened object.