'Just go, Hijiri. I'm s-'
'Oh well, now I don't want to go.'
Hijiri immediately pulls an u-turn and lands back on her seat, arms crossed and looking petulantly to the side.
Sabrina blinks a few times. "Well, I'm glad! Would you help, then?"
"Never!" Yells Hijiri, pointing her hands at Sabrina's face, arms crackling with magic.
The white haired girl sighs. "Very well. Want to hurt me? Do it, then, and you'll-"
"Pfft," the magic disperses immediately, "why would I do that?" asks Hijiri, rolling her eyes.
"..."
Mami's hand wraps itself around Sabrina's then, giving it a comforting squeeze. Sabrina smiles at the blonde, who returns the smile... rather dubiously, throwing cautious looks the... prisoner?
Sabrina licks her lips, thinking. "Hold o-" she interrupts herself as Hijiri's head snaps, a glare in her yellow eyes, "don't- I mean..." Sabrina trails off.
Instead, she looks aside, one eye closed, points a finger at the Grief ship's wall and makes a 'shooting' motion.
"What did you do?" startles Hijiri.
"Just bought ourselves some time," cheefully explains Sabrina, ignoring Mirai's telepathic 'Holy shit you just killed her!'.
"So," Sabrina says, turning to Mami, whose mouth is hanging open. The foreign girl leans into the blonde's ear and whispers something reassuring; Mami nods into her shoulder, and when they separate, she firmly tucks herself into Sabrina's side.
"So," repeats Sabrina, turning back to Hijiri. "What do you say we don't go back to the Pleiades, we don't apologize for our behavior, and we don't talk things through?"
"Bah," Hijiri shrugs, "I'd rather do all of those things, I mean, why not?"
"That's terrible," says Sabrina, re-starting the Mobile Oppression Fortress.
"The worst," agrees Mami, shuffling herself onto Sabrina's lap.
Needless to say, it was a very confusing conversation all the girls had afterwards.
And everything ended well.
Because nobody cares about Anri.