[u][b]Momoe Mizuno[/b][/u]

Momoe expected the girl to continue lashing out, throwing insults or storming off. What she didn't expect, however, was for them to sink to their knees and start sobbing. It took her by surprise, blinking twice before regaining her own composure and continuing to act tough. She was about to open her mouth again, but a loud slam caught her attention instead. Momoe narrowed her one eye as she glared daggers at Shirou, carefully anticipating what he was going to say. The look on her face hadn't softened when he was finished, either.

"What the hell? Oh, sure, everything's alright with a kiss and a hug. Do I need to give her a massage too, sweeten the deal?" she mocked. Momoe took a step towards him, and as she did, a mousy voice caught her attention. Its source, Maiya, put herself in between Momoe and Shirou, causing the smuggler to glare at her instead.

"What do [i]you[/i] want? Spit it out already."

Turns out what she wanted was the same tripe speech Shirou had tried to give, but at least this one had the guts to put herself in between the two of them. That, and she didn't put herself above the both of them like some almighty god-spawn of mankind. Momoe straightened herself and rubbed the back of her head, closing her eye.

"Tch, this was a waste of time... don't bother me for something like this again," Momoe warned, opening her one eye again to stare directly at Shirou. With that said, the girl turned to leave the mess hall. Her coat wafted in the breeze as she stepped out into the rest of camp, leaving the door  open and allowing everyone to witness her retreating figure as she stalked off.