Sayuri's attention was on Epsilon as he appeared in the room. Even wounded, he displayed an aura of power that she could not match, yet. He stole the attention of the room. She, of course, mentally rejected his offer to let them try to kill one of them in order to gain permission to fight Phi. There was no hope of beating Delta or Epsilon. However, it wasn't just that. She had grown to care about these two. In that instant, she realized she would rather give her life to protect them - whatever that was worth - and that she would never try to take their lives. 

Her eyes narrowed when Epsilon took one of her Strawberry Soda cans and she very slightly reconsidered her position on refraining from violence. But she let it go. There wasn't much she could do about it anyway without just looking like a girl who's having a tantrum. 

She was beginning to feel distracted by the tension in the room. The air was thickening. She could feel the frustration and anger and fear filtering through the air. She wasn't an empath, but somehow the air felt thicker as tense people took in air and released it with their worries laced within it. The situation was dire. Most of what she was feeling was her own emotion. Kana was right, they needed real-world practice. 

Sayuri looked at Danny, concerned. His skin had hardened and the sight of his white eyes and blue skin was unsettling. She looked away when Carson gave his speech. She noticed Theodore's wave, which was done in tradition Theodore style. Her arms were crossed and she moved her hand up and back down in a short wave and she actually allowed a slight smile, containing within it the frustration and tension that she was feeling. 

Her eyes narrowed at Justin when he mentioned "failed bets." There was a muffled sound of thunder in the distance, but she didn't care if that meant she was going to get a lecture from Delta or Epsilon about her "thunder problem." She shared a look with Theodore, communicating her annoyance with the comment. 

"[color=f7941d]Looks like it's time for us to make our exit[/color]," Sayuri said - not a command, but more of a statement since the two bosses in the room were taking over it. "[color=f7941d]Come on you two,[/color]" Sayuri motioned to Carson and Justin, "[color=f7941d]let's show you where to park.[/color]" Her eyes narrowed at Justin for a moment, "[color=f7941d]though I'm not sure if I can lead you properly considering I'm a '[b]failed bet[/b].[/color]" She placed an emphasis on the words, "[b]failed bet,[/b]" without hiding how she felt about being called that. "[color=f7941d]On second thought, how about Theodore shows you the way.[/color]" She turned to Theodore, but then feigned realization, "[color=f7941d]oh, but of course [b]you're[/b] a failed bet too, Theodore. Hm...[/color]" She glared at Justin one last time and turned and stopped for a moment near Danny. 

"[color=f7941d]Danny can probably show you[/color]," she smiled at Danny hoping that he knew she wasn't insulting him or anything, but she hid the smile from most of the room, "[color=f7941d]he's got thick skin.[/color]" She strode out of the room all the while trying to keep herself from feeling embarrassed at the display she had just put on in the mess hall. She hadn't meant to be so rude, but the statement had kindled something inside her. She didn't like being called a failed bet at all. She would have to ask Theodore how he had felt about it and how she had looked going off like that. She knew that she should not have spoken the way she had. Justin was absolutely right and he had a point. The statement had bothered her, but more because she knew that it was the truth. In their current state, they were failed bets. She clenched her fist as she strolled down the hall and thought, [color=f7941d][i]but we're going to change that.[/i][/color]