[She doesn't step back even when he turns on her and jabs a finger none-too-gently at her breastplate, but to her credit, she does look a little chagrined by his chiding. A little. She can understand being worried about a comrade, at least.

(But are tsukumogami even capable of having "feelings"? That's not something the stories she's heard were ever really clear on.)]

Fine, after. But we will talk.

[She wants to get to the bottom of this. The fastest way is probably going to be to help him, so she'll do just that, keeping her eyes peeled for anyone in Shinsengumi blues. That's easier said than done, though; she's wandered pretty far from her division, and Yamato is nowhere to be found.

...after some time, she speaks up.]

You know, if he's really wearing the blues and someone else like me found him, chances are he's at headquarters. [There's a slight pause at that, because if nobody recognizes him, he's probably there as a prisoner, not a guest. Impersonating a troop member is no small thing.] Do you want me to take you to check? They probably won't question it too much if you come with me. ...or if they do, I can come up with something to convince them.