"Right uh...so...good times," the pink-haired woman coughed, casting a side-long look at both of them and leaning over to pick up her terminal, checking the cord while Musashi shuffled close and sat on the floor to lean against the couch and watch. He only had half interest in the affair and disliked Roze's time spent with others anyways.

"Alright so...here's hopin' the quality and all carries over. Man...Pretty Boy, don't judge me for this. Its not even my best movie..." she mumbled, trailing off as the FBI warning flickered onto the TV screen.

"Looks like your cord worked, Shorty."