"Well, better now," Ami admitted with the soul-deep satisfaction of having broken somebody who had wronged her like an unfortunate, unruly horse coloring her tone, before she remembered that she was supposed to seem repentant around adults and she immediately blanked her expression.

She had a very innocent face, and the lace and bows usually helped mitigate any hint of just how threatening she was. It might have worked this time too, if stupid Takeshi hadn't started to crawl away, still hiccuping in pain from her last low blow. She strove for innocence all the same; he was a foreigner, he might buy it just long enough not to tell anybody. "But...yes, very nice. Very...peaceful!"

Conversation, she could do it. Probably.