She giggled. Really. Finger guns? This is what the laymen would call a 'dork'. She liked dorks!

"I try, sweetheart! Keep up the pace and we'll get you out of here!"

A high step and a twitch of her wrists set the bells jingling within the chakrams.

"And when we reach our ends
To scales we gladly go

Our fates are yours to bend
To Hells and Heavens flow-"

More cords cut, and onward she went down the path. She knew the way out. As Chai would proceed... you know what? He would earn himself a little flower crown of daisies. A present for you!