[Why is she like this is exactly what Hijikata wonders, the explanation too wry to be discernible as a joke or as fact. Either way, just how she said it and whatever the hell she tried to imply with it makes Hijikata's lips curl in confused disgust, and he quickly finds interest in a display on the other side of the console.

Escape successful Back turned and hands busy, Hijikata grunts a point of clarification.] I don't want to hear a 'probably', I want you to tell me what I'm working with.

Rope or a cell or a vat of boiling oil, I don't care, just stop messing around. [He's expecting something of her, alright: more bullshit.]