Honestly, #relatable. Kojuro would go for his katana if he hadn't already switched into cool-headed numbness over how bizarre this whole situation is. The weight's something he misses, almost like an indent into his skin.

There's nothing left for it then, is there? Careful to not move his feet so that she doesn't suspect more trickery, he gently grips her hand and guides it up to rest on his shoulder. He's here, and there's only one of him, thankfully, and he's not moving around to try and throw her off. Just a guy in the same plain clothes as everyone else, broad-shouldered and built like he's done more than his fair share of hard work over his lifetime, and (possibly) importantly, all warm and fleshy.

Man, fuck this glitch stuff. It's getting harder by the second to not blurt out at least one word, or try writing something or anything, but he already loses an arm at some point and I shouldn't do more to him obeying the rules means that there's less trouble, and...That's all he wants right now. Just a little bit of normalcy. Now how to get across the whole 'please give me orders I'll do my best Boss Lady' thing across once she gets over the whole...Ghostly thing. Which is a pretty reasonable thing to be thrown off by.