Kay's not bothered by the touchiness at least. It is comforting, particularly given her current situation. As long as Phoenix doesn't start weirdly insisting on exchanging hugs every single time they greet each other, like a certain other attorney she has just recently met, they're cool.

Her gaze follows in the direction Phoenix indicates; right, the "recreation" yard. With all its generously offered... Toy balls? As if being in a cell most of the time didn't already make her feel like an animal trapped in the world's crappiest zoo.

Phoenix is definitely right about one thing: having a mission does seem to perk her right up. That devil-may-care grin of hers is back in full force. "A head count? Okay! Leave it all to me Mr. Wright! I'll steal the role of your assistant and show you what the yatagarasu can really do!"