Yaichirou had dealt with a spate of disgracefully unprepared cadets, so when he saw his next interview partner it was all he could do not to heave a sigh of relief. Finally, someone who was taking themselves seriously. Perhaps there was hope for humanity after all. He didn't go so far as smiling-- that might be construed as unprofessional-- but he reached across the table and offered his hand.

"Good afternoon. Yaichirou Shimogamo. Are you ready to begin?"