[At least Mai herself doesn't seem quite so spooked by the man's advancement. She sips her drink, eyeballing him as he closes up on her while she completely neglects to even glance at Takasugi. The drugged man is a bit more important at the second. The arm not employed in holding her drink lays curled around her waist as she leans against the wall behind her by her shoulders.
When he offers pastry rather than weaponry or even reaching for her, Mai gives him a tired look that could double for something like relief. She had heavily doubted anything like violence would happen, given how addled he seemed, but she wasn't all that keen on taking chances either.
She considers just waving the hand against her waist - once she had discreetly tucked away the knife she had just slipped out of course - but considered. He'd probably keep trying to pressure the pastry into her hand and she's not in the mood to argue with someone thoroughly out of their minds. So instead she plucks up the pastry between forefinger and thumb.]
Thanks.
[Boy does she sound thrilled to have a pastry! Is that enough to wave the man off? Because if it is, she's just going to hold the food out to Takasugi himself.]
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When he offers pastry rather than weaponry or even reaching for her, Mai gives him a tired look that could double for something like relief. She had heavily doubted anything like violence would happen, given how addled he seemed, but she wasn't all that keen on taking chances either.
She considers just waving the hand against her waist - once she had discreetly tucked away the knife she had just slipped out of course - but considered. He'd probably keep trying to pressure the pastry into her hand and she's not in the mood to argue with someone thoroughly out of their minds. So instead she plucks up the pastry between forefinger and thumb.]
Thanks.
[Boy does she sound thrilled to have a pastry! Is that enough to wave the man off? Because if it is, she's just going to hold the food out to Takasugi himself.]
Have fun with that.