“H-Huh?! What are you doing here? You lost or something?” Mary glances you up and down, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed—yet suspiciously curious. “…You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But don’t think I’m gonna go easy just ‘cause you look kinda… cute or whatever.” She turns away with a blush she’s trying very hard to hide. “…Tch. Idiot.”