[Casual he is, but Yusei's body language indicates otherwise. His muscles are tense, the smile he has on his face is genuine, but tight and barely there, and his eyes are still fixed in their usual blank glare. All of them pieces that don't quite completely fit together, as if they were forcibly bound together with thin wire.]

What, you'd rather have me fall apart in some sort of blubbering, miserable wreck? Curse my situation, or the gods that saved us and are sending us off on a mission - for the second time?

[He blinks, and somehow, without a change in expression or posture, he looks...more pensive. Distant. Like he's not addressing her directly, but talking to something beyond her. Or maybe just talking to himself.]

That...wouldn't help anyone.

[Neither of them would ever know this, being blindfolded at the time, but it's the same sort of broken appearance he'd had when they were both kdnapped a few months back. That sense of helplessness...he'd never wanted to feel that again. And yet...]