[ Mitsuru isn't about to let her relief show on her face, but some of the tension leaves her shoulders-- an incremental amount, hardly noticeable. Connor. Still not Japanese, but so much easier to pronounce than the first name he'd given her. ]

While that may be so, and I'm not doubting your word... [ because she's been tricked so many times, she knows at least the tells of terrible liars, after all ]

I hope you won't doubt mine when I say this is Japan. As for the Dark Hour...

[ She finally slips her rapier back into the sheath at her hip, choosing to fold her arms over her chest. ]

That's correct. It's an hour between midnight and the minute succeeding it, an hour most aren't aware of. [ She nods over to a coffin. ]

A civilian. One who will continue to move without any memory of this occurrence once this time ends.