Momoko frowned but decided not to point out that not many schoolgirls could wield swords like Samurai. Generally it was Samurai who could wield swords like Samurai. Instead she decided to just ignore his babbling and concentrate on food, maybe finishing before anyone else comes in, and then his question sunk in and she froze. A split-second hesitation before she started rearranging the food on her plate, pasting a thoughtful expression on her face.

Should she lie? Could she make that believable? Would that hurt the image she's trying to cultivate for the Sponsors. "Not personally, no," she said eventually, vaguely. "My father's Yakuza, so I'm not new to killing of course. You? Before the arena, I mean." A half-truth. No one needed to know that her father was kicked out of the Yakuza when she was little for being a useless thief, after all.