Makoto watched, her own focus being broken. She thought Mimic would reflect the  ability he was being attacked with, not the entirety of what he was faced with. Time turned to feel like it was slow. She was afraid, how could she do this? She had no idea where to even start? How could she help her teammates? It hurt her to know that her hesitancy was crippling her ability to try and think to use her powers. Acknowledging her feelings of inferiority, anxiety, and fear she fumbled trying to figure out how to stop them from overwhelming her. She looked to her teammates for help, to the one that had begun the fight and so Makoto figured, would lead them.