[ Matching his nonchalance is the pink nuisance herself. She walks over, still in her red dress and high heels, having spotted him earlier and kept an eye on Dante through the chaos. She wasn't worried; The Demon Hunter doesn't need someone to hold his hand in something like this. Still silent, she mimics him, kneeling down in the same way before shifting her weight to her knees, instead. So much for being a gruesome twosome. ]

They don't need shells. [ Her elbows come to rest on her bare knees. ] You can't touch air, but the wind can still knock you over. It's powerful enough for it. They just needed something with enough power to do the job.

[ She looks at him, gaze nervous and unsure. ] So? Work any of the private eye magic yet?