Arielle looked at the screen with a raised eyebrow, and a knot forming in her stomach. There was no way this was the work of the Japanese Mafia, they may be a lot of things but she had never heard of them resorting to such dishonorable tactics. She looked uneasily at the room around her, noting nobody seemed to have any answers. Uneasily she walked across the room and looked at the suits, turning to Haruka she remarked stiffly
"I've never been able to pull these off. Give me a beautiful top and jeans any day." Arielle smiled awkwardly, trying to stave off the fear in her blood. This was no time to think illogically, and certainly no time to pretend to be dead. She looked over at Hitoshi she said seriously
"Do you know anything about this man sir? Or what organization could have done this? I doubt the mafia would be so dishonorable and I will not kill an innocent man." Arielle knew this was true. She could never kill an innocent man, but she also knew she had to play it smart. She did not have enough data to make a decision, and it looked like there was not enough time to find out. She would have to play along, and determine the man's morality during the "mission". With morbid humor she joked softly
"Well at least we get to pretend to be Americans for a day" she weakly laughed as she pointed to the guns.