Though there'd been a shocked inhale, a gasp, and a grimace from the unexpected ache of being held up entirely by her arm - Ichinose's mask fell as she held her breath.

The tightness in her brow relaxed, a little, from seeing the shadows surrounding Zenkichi after that abrupt, violent movement. Despite her own heart pounding and her shoulder muscles stretching more than she had ever stretched them, she tried to pull her wrist free, using her other hand after having long dropped the parfait to push at his hand to feebly resist his grip.

But, she was just a person. And he was a cybernetic soldier.

"Put me down," she said flatly, legs kicking a bit as she tried to get some kind of traction to free her wrist, "put me down right now."