This guy's a good sport. Issui lists to the side a little, in his direction. "No," she agrees. "And just the one tape, actually. You know how it is." She briefly entertains the thought of somehow creating supernatural murder tapes. She'd slap a porno label on one and leave it somewhere Greg would find it. ...Then again, Greg's gross enough he might still spank it to the tape from the Ring. Well. As long as he dies afterwards. Gruesomely.

...Anyway. Issui tunes back in midway into an awkward silence with their new friend. Who's a little shorter than her. That's entertaining. She leans forward slightly. Just enough to make it weird. "Oh, sorry," she says tonelessly. "I'm usually much more cheerful. I don't know what's gotten into me lately." She shrugs as much as the restraints allow. Which isn't much, but does make a nice rattling. "Maybe it's all the loaf."