But Akechi, who's rather more used to this and slightly taller to boot, heads for the armchair facing away from the door, towards the TV, where he crouches to address the elderly cognition sitting there. He takes her hand. "Good afternoon, obaasan. I'm sorry to intrude."

oh that's quite all right welcome home dear.

"My friend would like to stay here. He's not well, you see. So if you don't mind..." It doesn't take much more of this before the cognition is tottering out of the front door, still smiling. Akechi watches her go for a moment too long.