One had to wonder if Mimi was actually absorbing anything Kizuna was saying, she had a basic expression that could irritate a man with how plain and simple it looked, even when she was done up like something from a pre-teens maho-shojou show. The current conversation, frankly, did not merit it. 

“They didn’t think hard enough about what they were willing to give up.” Spoken so matter of factly. Once their hands shook her head lolled to one side, a grin spreading slowly across her face with a certain glint that twinkled in her eyes, like a cat who’d got the cream. 

“We do what we need to. If a girl can’t at least keep her head above the water, well…” Hop-skipping away, Mimi gave a two-fingered salute in her exit. “We should come up with cool code-names, hm? I’ll let you think of yours! See you tomorrow night!”

…Apparently.

Once Mimi had crossed back into her own little 'safe' zone, though the term could be thought of loosely, her eye-line was captured by the flicker of the televisions stacked in a window nearby. Closing up shop, they were the last things to get switched off by this particular owner. The screen showed a crime-scene at best.

[ The body of a girl has been found in the abandoned Minawa Station, police suspect suicide, but a forensics investigation is being carried out. ]

'What are you plans for Kizuna?'

"She seems nice."

'That's not what I asked.'

"I've found the less you vile little freaks know, the better."