The Gen'an Chrysanthemums Shirei-kan was drinking alone and pensively while wandering through the halls of Kinkaku-ji. Apparently there was now some kind of festival happening and it was probably and presumably a part of her job description to maintain peace during the festivities. With an assault rifle on her back, a blaster on her hip and a bottle of gin in her left hand she entered the Central Hall.
"Why do f*ck do I have a feeling this thing is gonna cause me a huge headache..." she muttered.