Amami, after watching Atasuke get ready to start cleaning up, decided to help him out. For her part, she grabbed a broom and dustpan to begin sweeping up the table. "Sorry, Atasuke-san, I helped make this mess so I'll help clean it up. Its only fair." A gunslinger of her caliber had to fix their own problems, and this was one of them. After all, at least part of this was because of her firing her guns inside. On that note, she grimaced slightly at the bullet holes in the wall. Those would be a pain to patch, insulation and all, but it'd have to be done. At this rate, she'd have to get a part-time job to help pay for it. Of course, Amami had never held a part-time job, so she wasn't sure how she'd handle it.

Shaking this train of thought out of her head, she redoubled her efforts. The wood was proving difficult to sweep up, as the chunks varied in size and shape, so getting all of it required concentration. One particularly stubborn piece really upset her, as it kept bouncing around every time she tried to move it. As she grew more and more frustrated, a vein in her forehead began to pulse and her face turned red. This stupid piece of wood! Why wouldn't it get in the darn dust pan?! She huffed slightly and moved on, but she wasn't ready to give up on that wood yet....