It's on the tip of her tongue to point out that she's several years shy of the legal drinking age when she realizes she's not in Japan anymore and so far she's been refused nothing when she asked, aside from a ride home. It might be nice to have a glass of wine for the first time before her inevitable, if not permanent, death. She could eat as well. "Alright," she agrees, already moving towards the elevator. "Deal."

She changes quickly once she gets to her rooms, more out of a dislike of her current outfit than because of Tony waiting downstairs, but regardless it's less than fifteen minutes before she's heading back down in a yellow and pink version of her usual lacey Lolita fare, with a matching parasol to boot. She's not really certain what this Tony can offer her--mostly he's made obvious comments about their situation and who to avoid in the arena--but it's not like talking with him could make things any worse.