Chise's attention perked slightly, a few blinks crossing her attention as she took in the very simple and definitely response she had received from Mirabelle. They were there to.. clean? She followed behind her all the way up to to entrance, listening to her explain the general expected duties of a "Shrine Maiden." Chise approached the statues just as Mirabelle did, slowly resting her hands together in front of her as she narrowly bowed forward to the statues in a careful, respectful posture. She wanted to pay the same respects to this place, regardless of her what affiliation she had with it; or didn't have, more specifically. She looked at the broom handed to her, a smile slowly playing across her lips as she tenderly gripped hold of it with both hands, offering a quick nod to Mirabelle. "Actually.. I'm kind of looking forward to it. It'll be a nice change of pace compared to what we've been dealing with lately." Chise turned her emerald gaze around the shrine they stood within as if to take in the condition of it in more than a few ways. All of the statues, pillars, walkways, just to name a few that were outside the shrine. Without much hesitation, she quickly moved herself up to the back-most side of the Shrine's grounds, following the pathway that was carved throughout it using what seemed like cobblestone, which while having a decent appearance, left room for more than a few things to get caught between each small crevice naturally woven throughout the paths. She noted that the pathway seemed to wind in a square-like shape around the main Shrine building situated at the center of the grounds, meaning the central point where she stood behind it would require her to work in both directions sooner or later to make the full rounds. She felt a pulling temptation to utilize her ninjutsu to amplify her efficiency, yet she immediately shook it off, recognizing how important it was to apply discipline to oneself by simply performing their duties and choirs without roundabout methods.
With a resolute nod, Chise quickly began to pass the broom over the pathway, working her way down the left side first in a slow and thorough manner. She was careful not to sweep anything off of the pathway and simply onto the other parts of the grounds instead, such as the grass or gravel surrounding the walkway. Instead, she prioritized sweeping whatever she had come across into a gathering pile in front of her, consistently moving it further and further along the line until she found herself centered at the front. She then quickly pivoted along her heels and moved back down the walkway, retracing her steps in a slow pace, as if taking her time to look over her work and to account for any stray spots she'd possibly have missed. Once she found herself centered around the back once again, she started up the same pattern of operation down the right-most path, following it around thoroughly until she met back up at the front-and-center where the pile she had left behind from the left was added to with what she had gathered again. A collection of stray leaves, clumps of dirt, feathers from birds flying overhead, among whatever else that was too fine or small to distinguish out from the rest of the pile. She peeked around to make sure nothing else too big had been left before moving to take hold of a dusting pan and carefully swept what she had gathered into it, moving to find a nearby waste bin to dump into. She carried the broom and pan back behind the shrine, following the path she recalled Mirabelle using herself to initially retrieve them, finding the shed that was home to them. She pushed her way through the creaking door, eyeing a clear spot where she suspected they had been pulled from originally, returning them to place. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she eyed a collection of small and medium sized jugs situated along a shelf. They were riddled in dust, leaving their labels unreadable. She stepped closer, reaching a hand up to gently brush the dust away from their tags to reveal what they were. Her eyes lit up as she took hold of the bottle and turned her gaze around to find something else. After finally spotting a rag that appeared to be resting inside of a bucket, having been used for something else no doubt, she plucked it up and stepped out with it and the bottle. Casually Chise approached one of the statues around the front, eyeing it from top-to-bottom, side-to-side before she slowly rolled up her sleeves. Uncapping the bottle, she wrapped the rag around the top before tilting it sideward in a quick movement, holding it in place for a second before tilting back upright. She moved up to the statue, slowly placing the now slightly dampened cloth against the surface of the statue as she began to work in slow, circular patterns around it. It appeared to be buffing out the roughness of the stone the statues were made from, as if cutting through whatever dirt and chiseled surface there was and giving it a cleaner shine after the fact. It appeared the liquid she had found was some form of polish and sealant, which made quick work of the statues as she carefully and meticulously worked around every pattern and shape. After awhile, she stepped away, noting the shift in lighting from the sun having adjusted naturally in the sky, realizing that the day had gone by without her really noticing. She slowly lifted a sleeve, running it gently across her forehead to push away anything that may have gotten onto her face. "Mm.. much better." She hummed softly to herself as she looked over her work, turning her attention one direction then the other as she tried to see where Mirabelle might be now.