Strangely, more than most would ever realize, Kimiko was aware that her countenance wasn't very friendly, even while she was smiling. She was also acutely aware of the usefulness of a person such as Romani Archman in her staff. Her ability to retain staff, aside from paying them salaries which far exceeded industry standards, circled around a few key pieces of her main team. Though Kimiko was herself a young, motivated individual... she kept around herself young, affable, hard-working extras who were better at dealing with... people on a case by case basis. By doing this, a community was built around her, even though she felt herself to be little part of it. The young lass took solace in that, knowing that ones such as Romani were gateways to her dreams and key components in helping her achieve her desires. He'd take his payment for his extra work in benefits... she was far ahead of him in that case. Knowing she would be torturing him a bit today, she'd already arranged for a bit of a pay bonus, not just to him, but her entire immediate team. She was gone for three days and nothing was amiss when she returned, by her own standards... they deserved it.
Besides with the aspects of her work properly taken care of, Kimiko could focus properly on the thing which would make her happiest. And that thing currently was Aiba Yugi. She walked casually towards that little box home of his, all the while with a tingling feeling across the back of her neck. 'Am I being followed... again?' she wondered as she walked into an appropriate crosswalk. Taking such an action would lead to her being able to scan the streets, taking notice of a particular make and model of car she was familiar with belonging to the police force. 'Oh... that makes sense.' Kimiko was a lass who was raised to take note of where people who could help her were located, even when they were in plain clothes. She might have used this information when her life was in danger when she was a child, but as a teen she'd taken note of such things and routinely used it to skip out on her protective details. Ah, but it was probably for the best if she didn't get too worked up over such a thing right now... the cops knowing where she was all day and all night could only work to alibi her for whatever crimes they thought she was committing. Oh well, that was something to consider for another time, instead she found herself standing in front of the box and knocking on the door, like a normal human being. Waiting for the arrival of the one she'd come looking for. She had all the confidence in the world right now, her breath smelled nice, she looked nice... she'd picked out a fresh and cute set of underwear, she was armed with a box of condoms and a sense of freedom, all was right in her world right now.