Yes, Contrive to have her sent at once!

"What could POSSIBLY be so important outside the city," I say aloud to myself as I skate along the wires between the buildings. My powerful legs carrying me into a flip, changing direction and speed with ease, dragging sparks beneath me. I twist and flip over the outer wall of the city, landing in the soft grass beyond, and take a look around. The only person I see is an older man beside a heavy-looking cart.

He sits in the grass, cross-legged, wearing shabby-looking and drab clothes; a vest, a shirt, and baggy pants with sandals. His wild hair is held back by a simple cloth tie, and I can see the thick curly hair on his chest puffing out of the neck of his shirt.

"Excuse me," I say, unable to really get a sense of the man, "My name is Hayashi Mika, are you the client?"