Mokou took the dissipation of her fireball surprisingly calmly--that is, she somehow produced dried plant leaves wrapped in pressed, damp wood pulp from her pocket, and set it alight, with the toxic fumes quickly rising into the air as she sucked on the tube. So this guy wanted them to play stupid games? So be it; she'd had to deal with much worse than this. Being stabbed repeatedly, for instance, or blown up. Or spending months racked by hunger pains because she'd left it too long and the pain was too debilitating to function through.

Playing games with a shadow was far from the worst thing that she could imagine doing.

"Eh, fine," the white-haired girl said aloud, looking rather... bored with it all, "Even if these whiners can't be bothered, I have nothing better to do."

With her thumb, she pointed out Sorin and the armoured skeleton thing, "After hundreds of years of wasting time, what's a few weeks? Kaguya won't miss me, and I'll make up for it once we get back. Might even learn a new way to make her scream."