"Problematic might not be a big enough word," Yugi claimed, speaking in an almost absent manner. He couldn't actually quantify the threat they faced, but his every thought on the matter said it was a threat beyond what Hunters could manage. Reaching National Hunter-level was a minimum requirement to feel safe without any additional knowledge... but he could also go acquire that knowledge somewhere, perhaps. "I'm gonna need to find somebody, actually," he muttered for no particular reason. Yugi had a connection within the underground ─ one that also got close enough to the Prime Minister. "We were talking about her earlier. You know where she is now?" he asked of Makima. Back to Enju though, she claimed any danger would be agreeing to an unknown. Yugi had much to say about that. "Everything's got variables. Logically, most things you can agree to won't even be the same by the time the agreement is fulfilled. But that's just the semantics; I'm not wasting time with the rest," he said, far more content to continue that discussion about... guns. "Hmm... I think we're about equal right now. Almost. Pretty sure I'm a little above by now, so... yeah. What's it gonna be then?"

All the while, Miko was making her way into the cell with Anan. Whether that was a good idea or not would be discovered soon enough, but he saw recognition in the girl's reaction (or lack thereof) when he and Makima spoke of jailers. "Seen that. You know sometimes, it's how you don't respond," he commented. "I warned you," Yugi chimed in. That aside, Gojo was informed that he remained on the menu. That much was made clear during the job-change quest, but it changed nothing about his thoughts. She could change his mind with actions, but never words. "So what? You wanna go band-for-band now? 'Cause I'm breaded-up like a mozzarella stick~" he taunted. Soon after, Miko was locked in that cell with the self-proclaimed lamb, seeming mostly disinterested in the offered handicap. She didn't remember asking for such a thing? Funny. "Neither did anybody who hit the floor in under ten seconds," Anan replied. The brown-haired girl made a decision some might consider odd, but... as a professional fighter, a bit of muscle worship wasn't strange at all to Anan. She was a bit more engrossed in the activity than most were, but that was fine. Anan stared down at the girl with that same amused grin nonetheless. "Not the first to say that. Hey, pup. Ever fuck an animal?" he asked with startling seriousness.