Abruptly, Kurushima glances aside, sees her, and, for a moment, his impassive mask dissolves. His eyebrows jump, as with surprise. He stands up. The troops disperse. Amy meets Kurushima beside his desk and bows, then shakes his hand. Someone brings her a chair. Two other someones bring tall lacquered screens of Asian design. These are placed, apparently, with the idea of casting an illusion of privacy around them.