The signatures picked up the massive figure in front of her. It was shaped like, as she expected, a Samurai. Though, he was already standing in front of her when she turned it on. Tesuto couldn't help but notice the Katana on her side. He hadn't seen one wielder of the blade other than himself since the old days. He knew where this would lead too, however his programming commanded he follow the regular procedure. "I am Tesuto, gatekeeper of the Dojo. Who might you be?" He asked the hesitant woman.