A twitch of an eye, and she let out a huff, decidedly at odds with the front she put up. But there was no need to keep it up any longer, especially when she knew this was another Akechi. A version of the Ars Goetia variety, but an Akechi nonetheless. And she was not about to suffer his posturing without saying anything about it.

"Oh, come the fuck on, you bird brain! I don't expect forgiveness, but I at least expect a distinct lack of hypocrisy!"

And there she was, a hand held on her hip, like she wasn't clad in angelic silks, like divine wings didn't sprout from her back.

Like she was a Daughter of Eve...

"Whatever... Leave. Like you wouldn't do the same in my situation. Ponder that while you fuck off and whine about it..."

She too, was an Akechi...