Errant idly twirls the handcuffs around one finger with a curious look settled on her face. Delaying the moment of gratification. Or, maybe trying to decide if it's really her moment to take. She shakes her head and laughs, just three breathy notes. 

"You know, for the record?" her voice is light and casual. She could easily be settled in for another round of poker against Victoria right now, "I caught my ghost. Took her down. We're gonna do a movie night in a bit here, actually, she and I and all of my friends who wanna come. Gonna be a rain chic/romance marathon, all the classics. You know them?"

She flicks her hand lazily, and the cuffs click down around Victoria's wrists. Errant leans in, her smile so smug and vindictive it couldn't help but haunt Victoria's dreams tonight. It's actually scary how much Sara she's channeling right now.

"Tell me, how's the whole 'ruthless bitch' act working out for you? Pretty great, right? I mean sure, you tossed away your entire empire... oh sorry, your grandfather's empire like it was trash to get here, but hey! Don't get anywhere by being sentimental, know what I mean? You got to be my boss for... what, a week? Week and a half? I mean, damn. Must be some kind of record."

She gives her dear CEO a soft pat on the back, and waves at her as she's led away.

***

The way Euna eats ice cream is obnoxious. First she takes her time measuring her her spoonful so that she's got a very particular dome shape going on, always the same size every time. Then she brings the spoon up to her and holds it inside until all of the ice cream has melted in her mouth. She swallows, pulls the spoon out without parting her lips, and measures out another scoop. The end result of this is that Sara has probably eaten more of her bowl than she has.

Oh, and she ordered plain green tea ice cream without a single topping. Who does that? Does she think she's going to impress the Shogun by ordering her old favorite? Actually, don't judge her too harshly. She's eaten two cakes today. That's... it, really. No more sweet stuff. Please.

She sets the spoon down entirely, and stares at Victor in silence. The beginnings of a lot of different thoughts flicker across her face, but none of them make the leap to being words. She just watches, and listens. And waits. She sighs.

"I don't know." she says at last.

She sets her spoon down with the tiniest of plink noises and reaches across the table to take his hand. She gives it a squeeze, and there's a real spark of sadness in her eyes for a moment. 

"I don't know," she repeats, "Maybe. It's possible, but..."

She sighs again, deeper than before. Shakes her head.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. You're not going to feel better about it if I told you it was the only way. You made the move you though you had to make, and that's all there is to it. But you know, no matter if I think what you did was wrong... you're still a good person. You know how I know that? Because we're sitting here in a busted up ice cream parlor and you're still thinking about what happened. If you ask me that matters a lot more than whether or not you made the best choice. Or the only choice. Or whatever."

She flashes a tired smile, and picks up her spoon again.

"When Victoria used AEGIS to try and get me to sell you out, I chose to trust you over them. Then they shot at me. A lot. You can ask Sara if you don't believe me. There was a hot minute there where she was the only person I knew who wasn't actively trying to kill me. And after everything that's gone on today... I'd make that same choice again. Because even when you make mistakes, no matter how big those wind up being, you never stop trying to fix things. I'm proud to call you my friend.

So just... eat your god damn dessert already. Trust me, the whole mopey starving routine doesn't help."