Harvey woke up from sleeping on the couch with a crick in his neck. Natsuki was standing in front of the mirror, readjusting one of his ties around her neck. She was wearing it tucked into a pair of his best suit pants, which were rolled up several times so that they didn't drag on the ground. The collared shirt was loose, but she had tucked it in around her small waist into the pants legs.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she said. Harvey blinked a few times and then stared at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just putting on some clothes." she asked with an innocent smile.

"Which brings me back to the question, what the hell are you doing?" he snapped.

"I had to put on some clothes. Would you rather wake up to me naked?" she asked. "He took all of my clothes. What else could I do?"

"Nothing fits you. You're too tiny," said Harvey. Indeed, she was dwarfed by the six foot man, when she was barely five foot two and as thin as a chopstick. She shrugged.

"It's comfortable in here. Not to mention I look like one of those girls in your magazine – what is it called? Vogue?"

"We're going to have to set some boundaries," Harvey said. "First of all, don't go taking my things without asking."

"Did you sleep well?" she asked. He got up and went into the bathroom, shutting the door halfway to get changed so he could keep an eye on her.

"I slept fine," he said. He dressed quickly and stepped out.

"Want me to tie your tie?" she asked and, without waiting for an answer, she stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth in concentration and tied his tie very fast.

"Done," she offered, tightening it around his neck. He blinked and looked in the mirror. It was perfect. She pranced off to the other side of the room. "I'm sorry I took your clothes without asking," she said, and then looked up at Harvey with those large brown eyes. "I just didn't know what else to do. To be honest with you I was pretty embarrassed you saw me in my negligee last night."

He stared at her in disbelief. She actually looked… cute. She was right. She looked like she was on the edge of fashion. No thanks to him. It was her tiny frame and enormous eyes creating that image.

"Let's go," he said, ignoring the thought. "I want to be back in New York by this afternoon."

"Roger, roger," she said, an enormous smile on her face. She leapt off the bed, clunking in his oversized shoes. She had brushed her hair countless times and then let it fall down on either side of her face. It was so long it hung to her waist, but it was cleanly cut and didn't look messy at all.

"You know you don't really look like what I picture when I think of a geisha," Harvey began as they walked out of the room.

"It takes me hours to get on the traditional makeup and hair," she said with a sigh. "It was too much for this morning. I knew you were going to be in a rush and, like I said, I didn't have any of my equipment." She bit her lower lip. "He took all of my kimonos," she admitted finally. "They're worth thousands of dollars each and he took all of them. Not really anything I can do about it. It just hurts."

"You care that much about a bunch of dresses?"

"How would you feel if someone took all your suits?" she asked.

"I'd be pissed," he admitted. She shrugged and smiled again, that mysterious, small smile that seemed to linger, half-asleep, on her lips. "So what's for breakfast?" she asked as they walked down the hallway.

"We can eat on the road," he said. "I'll get you some hash browns or something."

"What is harsh browns?" she asked.

"Patties of fried potato," he said. "I take it you're not originally from America?"

"No," she said, "I was born and raised in Japan. It just so happened that-"

"With all due respect, I don't really give a damn about your back story," he said. She smiled without missing a beat.

"Of course, Mr. Specter," she said. He was surprised at how easily she let go of his coldness. Usually it riled people up. They reached the end of the hallway and walked out to the checkout.

"How was your stay, Mr. Specter?" asked the receptionist.

"It was," said Harvey dryly. They walked out to the car.