[ She does as Set says, more than happy to leave the actual role of combat to him. It all feels a little chaotic to her, still... and more because of the quick beats of everything happening - an arrow whizzing by, the abrupt, harsh shifts in their momentum - than from any of the violence. When Set's claws dig in to the girl's arm, her eyes squint for a brief moment at the resulting sound, and in the following vacant response. ]

It's not easy for us to trust you would do the same for us right now. You get that, don't you? You did just sic all those things on the rest of us.

[ Her tone is surprisingly conversational and casual for the circumstances, still holding herself balanced from her perch. The passive, blank responses, the notes about doing what her master wants her to do, the impossible strength and inhuman body... she gets the sense the girl before them is closer to a robot of some kind, something humanoid but not totally human. It doesn't garner any sympathy from Misa - nor does she really feel bad about the harsh treatment - but it does make her think that perhaps they ought to talk to her differently. ]

So it's like a precaution. Don't try to run away, and it doesn't have to go further than this, you know.

[ If it does have to go further... then it is what it is. She tries to make eye contact with her, already putting away the blade she'd hastily drawn as it's become clear it won't have any effect on the girl in front of them. ]