"Huh. How strangely responsible of her. It's... less that I am confused about the point of this training exercise and more that I'm assuming I will. Er... I'm sorry?"

Madeleine turns away from the Dakinis so she can stare at Machia for a moment in complete bewilderment. This is the part of the performance where she was supposed to hear some horrible new detail about what she was meant to be doing. Possibly a failure state so onerous it would have her on edge for the rest of the day, or else she'd learn that these two particular Dakini drones had consented to being modified with, who even knows really, acid spraying nozzles? The sort that dissolves clothing and leaves skin largely unblemished, naturally. That felt like the more typical pattern.

But instead of that, this. It's like having the needle pressed into the back of her neck again, except it's sticking out of a gun. And the gun is covered with colorful stickers of kittens. The intensity of it is so absurd it snaps right back around to being ridiculous, even if it's the most danger she's been in. 

She raises an eyebrow.

"Machia, [I]when[/I] would I have found time to watch an, uh... ani, ani...may? No wait I know I've heard that term before but... ah, oh! Animation. Sorry. Like I was... trying to explain, I don't watch, uh, anything. Honestly, not even a particularly large amount of Aristeia!, because it looks so unsatisfying on my phone. I'm surprised you think this is a problem. Shouldn't I be focused on training or resting? Music is for both of those things."

There's an unpleasant lurch in the pit of her stomach for some reason, but she just shrugs. She's helpless. Nothing can happen until the needle goes in, but it's sitting there. In that doofus' hand. She reaches for it, but only takes a hold of Machia's wrist.

"...Are you feeling unwell? I can take you back home if you need it."