Hitomi appears tired. Sitting back in her chair, behind a desk full of paperwork. Her uniforms upper buttons are open, apparently to make the long sitting more pleasant.
Hello, Leslie.
I apologize for the delay of this message. Didn't expect my return to be in such troubled times. But imagine. Once I returned to the Nagasaki, those soldiers that helped you free me just disappeared, and half of the admirality took me to an audience with the emperor. And then I had to take command of the imperials everywhere scattered.
Anyway, I'm not contacting you to whine about my job. It's my job after all.
I'm contacting you to thank you. You didn't have to save me, and although I hate to admit it, I wouldn't have made it out of there without your help.
I'm not used to dealing with people outside military structures, so I have few to offer to show you my gratitude. You're already a welcome guest aboard the Nagasaki, and all money I could offer you is hardly worth considering.
So... I believe everything I can offer you is a bottle of 805's Sake and my thanks... Although I imagine that's hardly enough to refund you for your efforts. So should you require any help, and I mean any, feel free to ask. I owe you one.