At this point Michel was conflicted what to think about her, na he wouldn't say she's bipolar, no nothing like that, but she did seem to have a habit of seesawing moods, kinda freaky. Also... Cipher here was starting to scare him, who goes out to make posion nail polish from some movie? Well seemed that she had some sort of training regiment in mind, that's cool. He took the bag, and man that thing was heavy, with a grunt he shouldered the hefty load, of course he didn't dare to complain, matter of pride and... that just made out to be a horrible idea, mostly that honestly. 

"Lead the way, boss."