At the very least, Shiho can recognize that expression on his face. Her own expression only softens somewhat before she's looking away again to count the number of leather-clad people who were clearly responsible for this.

And the number is... too many even for her in her current state. Not that the idea of just picking one and then beating the stuffing out of him as an intimidation tactic didn't cross her mind though. But first: get them both somewhere safe.

"I'd thank you for making yourself into a nice big distraction so I can get out of here but then I'd never get to call you a moron again."

Not that she'd miss it or anything. With a roll of her eyes she does reach under her skirt to produce a black canister.

"And besides, we're going to go with my plan."

Which is an expertly lobbed smoke bomb that ticks away for one, two- Shiho grabs his hand and hauls him up when it goes off, filling the shot up, broken shell of what was once her favourite pizza joint.