[That look of dejection doesn't entirely elude Minatsuki, despite her current disgruntled appearance, but she files away the detail for later. She runs her mouth far too much for her, and much less anyone else's, good, but it's rare that she ekes a subdued reaction out of someone who's at the mercy of her belligerence.

(She's curious. Not guilty.)

Still, that's not the point of this exercise---cooperation. Right. Yeah. Minatsuki's whip wing is called back to action, forming a new tendril that curls, readying itself for her command. She scoots off to the right as much as she can, to create enough of a gap to cut through without cleaving anyone in half in the process.

Ultimately, she lets out something of a grunt, going for a noncommittal shrug, but it's really just a small wriggle.]

Right. Atsushi. Call me Minatsuki, then. [A name for a name, okay? Okay. She huffs at his highly optimistic remark, before saying:]

Look, if we don't at least give the fuckers that be around here something of a show of free will, we're not much better than this damn shitty junk around us.

[....At least she's trying to be encouraging? Albeit in the most roundabout way ever...she raises her free hand, holding up three fingers.]

So, on the count of three, got me? One... [She drops one finger. Whip wing sharpens.]

Two...

[Another finger drops, and whip wing rears back.]