Makima's line of questioning was designed to allow her to read the responses she couldn't get directly from Miko's mana across her very expressive face instead. Still there was an earnest response to Makima's question which made her make a sound which was closer to a chuckle than most noises that escaped her lips. It was almost like she was amused by the red haired lad being forthright. "So eager~" she mused. Of course, as eager as he might have been, Miko's eyes shifted towards him, her left brow rising and a little smirk appearing on her face. If those were his criteria she would be taking a shot at her earliest convenience. Oh but his words were processing too, a healer could self-heal and thus do exactly the same thing Miko had done in her go at Akechi. Fix themselves up and avoid the true negatives, still according to Kaito a regular B-rank could take him but a C-rank healer could too. What an interesting thing to learn. Was that why Shidou Makima broke into this building, the equivalent of a wellness check and scouting? Well, that was odd. "Oh? Your brain is working on it? You have a very readable face, Aoyama Misaki," Makima stated honestly, still that furrowing of her brow hadn't gone anywhere. "I've been told that before in different situations," Miko admitted rather freely, it was part of the reason she surrendered before all else, it wasn't like she'd succeed in hiding anything. 'She can read my face, but it seems like she might have been used to reading more than that... she's still a little upset I don't know why,' Miko mentally processed this woman's words and her expression and tone. "Can you cast magic, Aoyama Misaki?" Makima asked the girl. "Hai." Miko answered without any extra detail, it was obvious to her that Makima had already figured out something she'd let her have the information she pried for. "Do you need a catalyst?" Makima followed up. "No." Miko claimed again. That much was all true she could cast magic and she didn't need a catalyst, she could just use her voice if it came down to it, but she'd keep that to herself for now. "Cast a spell on Kaito." A command was given with no specification, how interesting. Well... there was only one thing to do, Miko looked to Kaito holding up a hand in front of herself and snapped her fingers. "Veil," a single soft word and a glowing golden light would encase that red haired young man bar any real interference. It would leave him a cooling and regeneratve feeling, nullify any negative effects he had and act as a barrier. It cost very little mana and would last for a few minutes, but in truth it just gave Makima something to measure for a brief moment.
According to Yugi, he'd take a job as a porter if he needed an odd job but it wasn't his style. "Since you don't give off mana, I can't say how you'll register. It's at least an option that would get you inside of Dungeons, since you spoke of grinding," Tae spoke in a way that was lightly helpful always even as her mind was being blow semi-constantly. She heard out about his mana conducting sword and it's creation and paused. "Never mind, if you don't want to go into Dungeons at all, I am sure there are several manufacturing companies that would pay you to work on their R&D teams," she changed her mind and wondered how someone ended up with so many options. No matter, he was checking his phone, which was pretty common and she wouldn't bother thinking about it too much until she was told to check her pockets. The pocket of her lab coat had a strange weight to it, and she reached down into it to find... that same potion she'd not been able to hold before. "WHOA!" she exclaimed as she looked over the fluid in the tube swished it around in its container, opened it, sniffed it... had her face express gentle confusion. As for the things the young woman was wearing or had on her person, that lab coat, her little black dress. Black thigh highs, pair of black thong panties, and a bra. One studded collar and one pair of heeled combat boots.