She looked to Yuki who seemed to be quite content about the situation. A sort of contras to her seemingly anti-social partner. But she knew all to well, that most people couldn't avoid the thought of losing money. Money was sadly a controller in this world. No matter who it was, if you didn't have money you were going to be a slave to it. She just sighed in her head though while watching Yuki's excitement bring a much needed cheer to the room. At least for the moment. She rolled on her chair for a moment, sighing at the obvious contempt that Flint had to it. But it wasn't like this was the time for it. She stood up and walked towards the door, taking a step into the hallway.

“So long as you don't put yourself in harms way Yuki...i don't want someone to be brought to an early funeral just because they were dumb enough to attack a child in my presence.” She replied, though it was happy, the murder like intentions that seemed to be hounding deep behind it rolled off of her tongue. She knew that Flint would do what he needed to protect her, more so with all the pmc's around. She merely sighed though outloud as another message came on her cell which vibrated in her pants. She pulled up it rather quickly taking it to her ear. “Yes?” She stated professionally, though the two guards before the door nodded to her and the rest of the group as the one closest to the door itself pushed a button to open the door behind him. The room wasn't the most well lit , though it was a holding room for humans, it still held a light dim light.

“Just let him come up, it's not like I have to say no to him. And even if I did, Father would have probably told him to take down anyone in his way to get up. So I would say it's best they just let him do what he wants.” She stated. Closing the phone before even letting the man finish. She looked at the unconscious man for a moment from a distance. Though she was willing to let Yuki do whatever she wanted she was still awaiting the reaction of the man on the table itself. The other PMC's seemed to be like statues though, just waiting for a reason to spring into action. 

“Marius is coming up.” she stated allowed, it was on purpose more then anything. It was best that the PMC's were aware of who or what traffic would be coming threw. She pondered when the man would wake. She wasn't one to rush things, but she did run a company.