The girl watched as both men nervously exchanged phrases. It was painful, sometimes, watching Largoes try to be social. It wouldn't be a bad thing that he found somebody like him, sure, but they wouldn't get anything done at this rate and the assassin was tired of lacking a physical tank during her adventures. It made it exhausting to be perfectly honest. One of her ears fell to the side as she watched Kosuke stutter through a refusal of joining any kind of party or group. A few moments later, she crossed her arms and scowled at him, "The answer is no? Who are [I]you[/I] to say that after trying so hard with that last group? Do we not look strong enough to you?" She asked, stepping in front of her otter-man friend and sighing in exasperation, moving her hands to her hips. "Do you sit here all day, waiting for people to ask you to help them just so you can refuse? What kind of adventurer are you? You're a samurai. Honour-bound to protect all those who cannot protect themselves. You stand between danger and mankind not because you want to, but because it was your job, from the day you were created, to be the support that mankind leans on. And now you say no? Because you don't work well in a group?!" She cried, leaning forward, her eyes mere inches from his, "Sounds more like a Person of the Land than a Warrior to me."

The assassin stepped back, waving a hand, "Largoes here doesn't work very well in a group, either. But this isn't a group or a guild, we're just a group of adventurers, going to see what we can and keep the people safe. The crafters and the civilians alike. Not to mention the glory... Oh, the fame... You can't have that alone, no. You could defeat a million Peuchen," She started, wondering if the boy had even heard of the dungeon to the far west, "and nobody would know the difference because they didn't see it happen. You don't get a name like... the Crimson Blade," She paused to read the title on the boy's indicator before resuming, "for no reason. How is it you got that, anyway? I haven't heard any tales, your name in lights for it. You deserve recognition, but instead you let some weak party walk all over you and not even notice what you've achieved? Because why?"

She stomped her foot and pointed at him, "You're going to fight something today, and it's going to be with us. You don't even have to do anything but yell at the monsters and let them poke you, they won't live long if they don't notice me anyway." To emphasize her point, she pulled one of her blades from the sheaths behind her and tossed it into the air, where it spun several times before landing in her hand, the white-wrapped handle nestling perfectly in her palm as inky shadows followed its trail up, around, and back down again, settling along the edges of the dagger until it was deftly resheathed.

"So, what do you say? Gonna get on your feet and fight, or sit here all day telling people who need you, the Crimson Blade, Kosuke the Samurai, 'no?' Because we're not joking when we ask you to join [I]us.[/I]"