The near lack of clothes catches Mizu off guard. His change on recognizing her speaks to not knowing Mizu was the one at the door. It could have been someone else, yet he didn't take the time to dress before answering the door. It's not like she approached a teahouse where men are sometimes shoved out naked with their clothes thrown after them. Nor is it a kami festival where everyone jumps naked into the sea. Yet he's far from the first person Mizu has seen in a state of undress, so it isn't terribly shocking. Only unexpected.

Pants like his would be more useful than the clothing Thirteen gave Mizu that Mizu... ignored. Those clothes were men's clothes, but they were men's clothes for court, and Mizu has no reason to wear anything that fancy. She closes the door behind her and checks out the rest of the living space, if it can really be called that.

"My tools, yes, though I wouldn't mind a light round or two," Mizu smiles a little at that. If she's not the only one going without a weapon, fair is fair. "They're mostly recovered. I didn't want to wait longer to get my tools or we'd be delayed." She crosses her arms, leaning against the wall, muttering, "I've already waited longer than I'd like."