The figure's silhouetted arms reached heavenward as Sorano stretched from sitting down for so long. "Yeah, that's all. Not that I couldn't talk more about the others, but I won't take up any more of your day." She stood up then, slowly, doing more stretches as she got up. Cobra thought it strange that she was taking so much time to leave until he realized that she was probably checking around for any potential hidden lacrimas, or other out-of-sight things alluding to more than met the eye. Luckily, since he was there, Mirajane didn't have the need to install anything unsavory. It really was just a lacrima, table, chair, and tip jar as far as he was aware.
Sorano eventually came to the same realization, or she was just ready to be free of the place at long last. Her thoughts went over all that she could see and hear as if she were to report it back later. Cobra grimaced. He'd have to be on guard for that. What she saw and what she mentioned could be two very different things in the end.
Cobra slumped over in his seat. Only now could he really feel the warm sweat that'd built up as he'd felt the tension of having Sorano be painfully, painfully close to his most mortifying secret yet. He took a deep breath, trying to physically bring about the sensation of relief. Lucy's giggle at this didn't go unheard, but he was honestly too wiped to do anything in response to it. He'd have to chew her out later…
"Oh, by the way. Great sign. Seriously. It actually tricked me into thinking this was like, professional at first, so, kudos?" Cobra's eye flew open at Sorano's last, ominous statement before the shadow of her figure left for good.
That…had to be sarcasm. Right?