"Wh-what?"

She... she was going to stay behind on the ship?! But that sucked! She wanted to go into the port, too... Milly frowned deeply, and couldn't even open her mouth before her captain lept off the side of the boat and headed into town. That just... just... Hmph. All that the tiny white-haired girl could think is that Melody better make it up to her, whether it be through explosives, sweets, the potential new crew member being a pretty girl(they were nicer to look at then the male crew members, that was for sure), or the new potential new crew member being a pretty girl carrying explosives and sweets.

... Actually, that last possibility was really something, especially the explosives. Milly wasn't entirely sure [i]why[/i] the thought of pretty girls carrying explosives made her so happy. Then again, she did like pretty girls(and feel a bit jealous of some of them even if she totally was just a late bloomer) and explosives independently, though she didn't express the former as much as the latter(it got a little embarrassing sometimes, what would people think? After all, no-one ever thought she was strange or weird now, right? Right?). Maybe both together was some kind of multiplier.

Of course, Milly was swiftly snapped out of her rather odd thought process when Charlotte yet again called her "Minnie" her long twintails seeming to move on their own from the sheer force of her irritation, her slight hands balled into fists and thrust down at her sides as she leaned towards the other girl, who proceeded to add insult to injury and mention that she was planning on buying a new bra. "Grrr... you... you..."

So irritated was the explosives-loving girl, that the only retort she could think of was sticking her tongue out, before folding her arms and swiftly turning away with a pout.

... At least there was whatever Johnathan had wanted to show her... maybe whatever explosive it [i]surely[/i] was would make up for all this? ... And time to lay traps... Oh, she could have some fun with that...

She could even see how many she could pack into Charlotte's room. Not anything lethal, of course, but flashbangs were unpleasant and left a clear 'Don't call me Minnie' message.