"I bet. You look like you can do things Roze would need three more personal growth arcs to manage," Yugi surmised. Beyond his deviant thoughts, he imagined Enju would be a very valuable observation target for his Sharingan. He was considering some candidates for something like that, but also believing he and Gojo were likely on the same page about something. Combat ability would likely be handled very soon, Yugi thought. As for Makima, she'd apparently filled only a quarter of that bucket... because she had self-control. "Is this the part where you admit to saving the rest for me? Because that's the part I'm hoping for," he quipped. A brief exchange about some guns occurred between the two women, settling on Makima offering only a single returned gun to Enju. Yugi began considering something else. "Shop," he muttered before addressing the white-haired woman again. "Vintage Roze, two guns. Annoying parasite that wants to control the body. Should be able to..." He trailed off there, leaving most follow-up thoughts in his head until a new question was asked ─ if it could be called a question. "I need... a piece of the parasite. Something with power in it."

Gojo was countered swiftly. Miko claimed a right to asking questions and using him as a resource, as a student should. A technically abusive train of thought like that was... perfectly fine with the blindfolded man, so he shrugged. "Can't argue with that! Gotta get paper from the ones who've got it!" he stated. Alas, it seemed Miko's question would be abandoned... or at least 'boxed' as she would put it. Another 'prisoner' was speaking, and Miko hyper-fixated on that man's voice at a speed that had to be record-breaking somewhere. Gojo was left with an open mouth, looking as if he had something to say... but she was already gone. "Damn. That ass really moves," he commented. By then, Miko was looking into another cell. There she'd see a slim-yet-muscular young man of average height with spiky white hair that was red inside. There were numerous scars on his face, one on his right side with another cutting vertically through his left eye, as well a horizontal on his left cheek. His right eye was red and his left eye was grey. His pants were white with red endings kept with black belts with a silver fivel and opened black buttons, which also flared. He wore no shirt, his scarred arms and torso on full display apart from a red choker with belts wrapping diagonally down either side of his chest. Of course, that choker was only occasionally made visible beneath the magic metal shackle keeping him chained to the cell's rear wall, matching the pair keeping his wrists bound and linked to the ceiling. Another pair of shackles kept his ankles to the floor, but he seemed completely unbothered by his bound state as he shot a smiling glare at the brunette outside his door. "You look familiar. Another lost little lamb? Nah. Oi, Shepherd! There's a wolf in your herd now! She's gonna eat everything inside the fence! Gya─hahaha!"