Makoto listened to the club leader answer her question with a small frown on her face. It wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear, but at least there was a chance that her grandmother was at peace now. Makoto made a mental note to tell the club leader about her interaction with a ghost later. But when less people were around. It could be important to her theories and research. She wasn't one for academic stuff, but it was still exciting to be able to help further paranormal investigation stuff. If they could find out why ghosts were there, maybe they could help them be at peace. 

She listened to punk ass bitch trying a act tough and intimidate her with nothing but words. All she could do was snort at that, he was all bark and no bite, everything he said was probably just an empty threat. A devilish grin appeared on her face when he said the last part about not making a witty comeback. He was practically begging her to nail him. "Okay." She said, slowly standing up. "I won't make a witty comeback." She simply walked over to his chair without saying a word. Then proceeded to slam her fist directly into his solar plexus. People thought you hit someone in the stomach to knock the wind out of them, but if you wanted them to really stay down, you went for the solar plexus. 

Makoto could literally feel the breath leave punk ass bitch's lungs. It was incredibly satisfying. "You think you can intimidate me? Nothing scares me, especially not little punks like yourself. Go ahead, turn everyone against me, try and get people to attack me. I don't care, whatever you throw at me, I'll throw right back in your face ten times harder. Soon You'll learn to fear a name, and that's Captain America." Makoto was a former football player and got into fights on a weekly basis protecting people, pain didn't scare her. In fact she welcomed it. Pain was weakness leaving the body.

Feeling incredibly satisfied and exhilarated, Makoto returned to her seat. "I just knocked the wind out of him, hard. So we should have a few minutes of him actually being quiet. I would apologize for the interruption, but I'm not sorry so it would be a complete lie." She said, grinning like an idiot as she did. The thought of going ghost hunting was super cool, and Makoto already promised herself not to hint any ghost they came across. Unless, like the club leader mentioned, it got violent towards them. A midnight ghost hunt and punching somebody who deserved it? This day was just getting better and better.