Momoko spared a moment to imagine what it would have been like to grow up with the Yakuza hit man she's built up as her father, to 'bond' with him. Probably a more useful childhood to prepare her for this experience, but to her surprise she found she rather preferred the useless, cowardly father she had upon thinking about it. "It was alright," was all she said.

"...They haven't tried to put me in anything like what they wear yet," said Momoko eventually, because it was true that her stylist had mostly backed off after the first day, and also because Momoko wasn't sure what to say to the second comment. Was he serious? Was he trying to put up a tough act like herself? He didn't seem to need it, but if you hadn't watched him the arena he wasn't all that threatening just to look at, so maybe. Though there was something unsettling about him...

Being suspicious of everyone's motives was much more exhausting when Momoko actually had reason to care about everyone else's motives. "I don't think flammable is good taste," is what she settled on in response, finally.