[ Chikusa can loom threateningly all he likes. Gojyo's written him off -- until he throws a punch, the kid doesn't exist to him ]

No one is going to turn her in? Are you sure?

[ Folding his arms, Gojyo straightens up even taller and fixes Hakkai with a steady (and, for him, oddly blank) gaze. He almost feels like he's not in his body anymore, just floating free a few inches behind himself. It's a little scary. ]

Necessarily? [ He snorts. ] So they might decide not to rat her out to the heavens? Or to run their mouth where they could be overheard?

[ He should have expected Hakkai to come in as the peacemaker, and he knew Hakkai wouldn't trust his word. But Hakkai's suspicion of Votelli still grates. She's just a kid! The rules are different when it's a kid... or they should be. ]

Hell, for all we know her fuckin' Sensei is in there right now, hearing all about how she's been talkin' to us.

[ He leans in, his concern now apparent in every line of his face. ]

The longer we stand around talking about it, the more danger she's in.