Mana's expression made no changes at Kazuma's pathetic excuse of an insult. In fact, she made no acknowledgement that she had even heard it. She simply continued to mess around with the colorful cube. The only thing that gave away her irritation was a phrase said so quietly that nobody was supposed to hear it. [color=silver]"Do we really need him?"[/color] Everyone knew that when Kazuma eventually died, Mana would be the cause. She hated him almost as much as the hero that killed her brother.

Two people entered the bar, causing tension to immediately rise. Mana recognized Whitesnake, but not the girl he was with. She listened in on the conversation for a few moments, only to lose interest. New recruit, and didn't speak neither Japanese or English? Why was she even here then? Ryuuji, being as polite as ever, offered to teach the useless girl Japanese. Mana wondered why, it wasn't worth it when she'd probably die. The only thing interesting about her was her hair, which was a brilliant red color. Yellow and orange flowers would make it look like fire. Mana had her next target for her boredom.

Two more familiar figures made their presences known. The first was Panopticon a figure that Mana usually paid very little mind to. Because she found his presence to be incredibly unsettling. The second was that disgusting, perverted, Chika. Number three on Mana's list of people that she hated. The woman spent all her time locked away messing with her stupid machines. She didn't even bother to use personal hygiene until Shade Walker had basically forced her. That was where the digusting part came in, and the pervert part was even worse. She had this habit of leaving her stupid cameras everywhere, including the bathroom.

Mana was a very private person. She had been changing in the bathroom one day and had spotted the little device. Thankfully she hadn't been fully unclothed, just her top half. But the thought of somebody being able to see her in her most vulnerable state had set her off. Mana had torn apart the camera and then had to spend several minutes composing herself before leaving the bathroom, and dumping the remains of the camera on Shade Walker's table. Chika had the gall to get mad at her for destroying the camera, when she was the one to blame for it.

In her state of not focusing of the colorful cube, she had actually managed to make some decent progress on it. But, like when she had been a child trying to solve it, she was losing interest. She had a much better solution than pulling the stickers off this time. Focusing on each side, tiny flowers began to grow on the cube, each side a different color. Because the cube was so small, as were the flowers, it took only thirty seconds or so for the task to be completed. When she was done, each side was covered in the tiny colorful flowers. A child's solution to something they couldn't solve. With a satisfied expression on her face, she set the cube on the table, presenting her work to Ryuuji.