At his shrug, Minako began to lift her chin, clearly prepared to be stubborn - a side effect of spending the past several months dealing with Akihiko and his tendency to try to "walk off" injuries in outright defiance of common sense - but seeing Shinjiro at least willing to take something gave her pause. In the end, she made a dissatisfied face but elected not to say anything more about it.

For now, anyway.

Instead, she occupied herself with taking her own medicine - literally and metaphorically - making a whole series of exaggerated ick faces at the bitter taste of the powder. Eugh.

The grimace had yet to leave her face when Shinjiro spoke again. "It really is," she agreed, the words coming out on a rueful sigh. Crumpling the now empty packet in her hand to stuff it into her own pocket, she turned an apologetic look toward him. "Sorry."