Mirajane's smile didn't change at his question. It was the kind of smile Cobra thought looked halfway between motherly and somber, although Cobra had never known his mother, so perhaps it was only pity misinterpreted.
"Lucy's not quite so fragile that I'm worried about that. I only suggest it in case you run into a former client and can glean their mental state further."
Cobra stiffened at what felt like a reprimand. He was aware of Macbeth's eyes on him as well. A sudden pressure began building in his chest, an uncomfortable emotion stirring his insides. His mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape it.
An amusing idea surfaced that overpowered the other thoughts, causing him to grin. Mirajane tilted her head at his expression, to which he quickly covered up his face with a dour look. "Well…it's not like I have much else to do so early over here. You'll be stuck with sleepy over here though, and he's being a real pain today as well."
Macbeth's face went even paler than it already was. "What?! No, no, that's not necessary–"
"Oh? Well of course Macbeth can join me if he wants." Mirajane clasped her hands together. "Two heads are better than one after all!"
Cobra thought Macbeth looked ready to argue, run away, or disappear, but one doe-eyed look from Mirajane, and all he did was slump forward and nod in a daze. Cobra resisted the urge to do a fist pump. This was an even better result than he'd imagined from his spontaneous idea. He'd thought he might get to see a few more pained reactions, but for him to actually tag along? Just how scared was this man? Any other thoughts were silenced from his mind as he inwardly cackled at his guildmate's misfortune.