She trails along behind him, steeping into the room with expectation to see someone strapped to a table. However, when her gaze lands on the person strung up and hanging from the ceiling, her eyes widen a little. A mumble of "Pinata man" slips out, a snicker being held back from Sero's comment about leaving them hanging.
She glances over to him, then looks back up at the person, taking a few moments to think, before answering in a mumble "Cyrus maybe...?"
Her gaze was locked on the man above, a slight twitch given from her cat ear every now and then as the pleas fell from his mouth. A small pang was felt inside, the want to help, but.. why would she? She pulls a slight face the longer the man spoke, her head shaking slightly. She wouldn't help him...
"Cyrus it is, you can change it later if you want to I suppose." He smiled brightly looking back to the pinata.
"You hear that? Her name's Cyrus. And no.. she won't be helping you down. She's right you do look like a pinata... Maybe there's a baseball bat lying around somewhere, can let her take a few swings and see what falls out~"
"Wait no! No please! Why are you helping him!? What did I do to you!? Le-let me down! PLEASE!"
"They're always so fussy~ Never listen either. they think begging and pleading will work despite you being very clear about what's going to happen" He wandered about, hands making grandiose gestures as he spoke