The rush of heavy perfume filled Mob's nose, making him sneeze right as the door opened to reveal a very gaudily-dressed woman. Her face contorted into a scowl as Mob sneezed on her, and she stepped back, making Reigen bristle. "SO sorry for my, uh, protege here, he's... ah..."
"I could not care less," the woman sighed, and once Mob had cleared his eyes of sneeze-tears, he spotted some strange, protective sigils on the large beads around her neck. "All I care for is that you two are here. You don't look much like proper ghost hunters, but I suppose you will do."
She turned her back and made a vague gesture for them to follow. The two exchanged a glance, suddenly quite unwilling to go through with this.