Phoenix: *rubs and nurses a whipped arm, continuing to whimper* I pray to God that she never gets her hands on a Cat O’ Nine Tails…
Mia: *flinches but doesn’t back down* Watch where you fling that thing! *growls lightly. At least until she discovers that the doors have opened up to the conference room, where formal tables and a band has been laid out for the group as well as a dance floor*
Sephiroth: Hrmph… *mutters* I am ineffective.