"Oh, no, hon. You're getting torn apart by yourself. It was nice knowing you for however long as it's been."

Cindy doesn't know who or what Mina's all about, but the point where she gave a shit has long died and is rotting off in a corner somewhere. She hates working with pessimists even more than having to work with a team. They haven't even planned on who does what yet and here this woman is already sentencing them to death. Somebody wants to be the weakest link in this mission chain; Cindy's more than glad to let Mina be it. And she definitely doesn't care enough to beg Mina to confess her little hat trick.

Turning to the foxy girl, Cindy nods at her weaponry and glances at the fox. "Please tell me his or her teeth aren't just there for decoration."