[The ootachi wouldn't have been high on Yasusada's list had he tried to guess who else from the citadel might have been unfortunate enough to be stranded here, but that doesn't make the sight of him any less welcome. Yasusada's spent enough time on his own lately, and he's massively out of his depth in this strange environment. Any familiarity at all is something to cling to.

He slips around the edge of the curtain, now that the examiners seem to be focused on something else, and smiles warmly at the older sword.]

I was worried someone else might be lost here too, I'm really glad I found you!

[The question is met by an appraising look, trying to determine just how much clothing Ishi actually has to put back on, and then a decisive nod. Time to get to work.

He takes the garments from Ishikirimaru and sorts through them, working out which one goes first.]

Were they just asking you questions? I haven't had my turn yet.