Opening the door to the office without knocking, his first guess is correct---if only because Seishin anticipated his first guest and sought to make it so. None the less, never one to be so modest as to be surprised at being right, still in his white coat, he does at least shift his feet to toe off his tennis shoes, looking around to see no signs of the girl whose name he might have been able to better confirm by seeing her face.

Which leaves him alone with Seishin, the man he hadn't seen since his wife's funeral and to whom he hadn't spoken to before even that. It speaks to the dire state of the village that it hadn't become a point of rumor that the two hadn't spoken in passing at that event that most of the village was honor bound to attend. They all had enough true, pressing terrors that the Ozaki and Murois not bothering with even passing pleasantries, much less their usual (Toshio driven) irreverence.

If they hadn't bothered to fake any degree of normalcy there, there's certainly no reason to here and now.

"Yo."

Such logic doesn't stop him.

It's tired, it's harsh, even carrying plenty of blame if Seishin can hear it in his voice, but it is also familiar, lacking any uncertainty.