After the gang infiltrated the casino (everything BUT sneaky). They've reached the top floor! And bigger problems..

[One brutal fight later.]

The Limbus Company came victorious against the sumo people, but Dante had other thoughts...

Dante: Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick (What should we do? I don't know if fighting'll get us anywhere at this point...)

To his surprise, Ishmael scoffed

Ishmael: What's there to consider? We have our trump card.

Dante: Tick Tick Tock Tick Tock (We have a what now?)

Ishmael: Just the right person to teach them something "legit".

Meanwhile, across the room, Ryōshū sitting on a poker table, her sword embedded into the floor and cigarette in hand, explaining to the people a gruesome death.

Ryōshū: ...After you give it a good @#$@#$ and @$#% it up, go $#%@#$ on it. Next up, you @%$#$^ the @$%@$% and then soak it in #$#@. Lastly...

Dante never knew it was possible for the human tongue to give such detailed accounts of something so sickeningly gruesome. The Tieqiu crew stood her like impressionable children, their eyes twinkling with pure, uncharacteristically earnest excitement--some had even began taking notes.

Meanwhile, the crew on a different page. Outis actually seeming interesting for her. Ishmael was looking skeptical. Heathcliff was looking the other way. Dante holding his clock head like it may fall off. Rodion covering Sinclair's ears like some older sibling protecting the sensible one.

Threatening crewman: I'll be damned, she had me struck.

Flexing crewman: Hoo-ie that's one damn creative twist'o wit... She must be what they call the wizardess o' the tongue, eh?

Heathcliff: No. That has to be the gob of a witch, yeah.

Even Heathcliff, who must've had his share of rough-and-tumble in the Backstreets, looked unsettled by the time Ryōshū had finished her lesson.

Yi Sang: i am impelled to applaud the inventiveness of her language. The pen--Nay, the tongue is mightier than the sword, indeed.

Ishmael: Damn, and here I thought I'd heard my share of the sailor's mouth in all those years I'd spent seafaring. Guess my vocabulary was only the tip of the vulgarity iceberg.

Saude: ... I honestly couldn't fathom why the higher-ups would organize a team of people like you.

Faust: It is likely that rational understanding was not in consideration when this roster was established.

Saude: And I'm still having trouble figuring out what they were thinking when they assembled this team... But I guess...this isn't so bad after all.

Faust: Saude, you've finally reached the stage of acceptance. This us cause for celebration. (Most blank tone ever.)