[ Stupid schoolgirl outfits?? Despite everything, some part of Yako still manages to take offense at that -- what does a demon know about fashion, anyway -- though her original point is still correct. This is a very rich, very nice boat, and while Yako had scrounged about her closet for the nicest things she had, she can sense the wealth rolling off everyone else on the boat, everything branded and too fancy for her detective's salary to afford (even assuming she didn't spend it all on food in the first place).

Any sense of upset, thought, swiftly vanishes with the alarm of Neuro's proposed solution to her predicament, which makes her instinctively taking a few steps back, as if the distance is any sort of effective shield from Neuro's evil devices at all. ]

No thanks. [ She says firmly, instead, managing to look even more hunted for a moment. Knowing how Neuro's fashion choices tend to look, it's probably going to be covered in eyes, disturbingly organic looking ... and Yako would put that may try down as definitely will. Instead of further arguing the point, she tries to race towards a different solution: ]

They can't be expecting all those guests to come without needing to prepare for it. [ She starts, thinking out loud. ] We could learn more if I get among the servers first, to see if there's anything unusual going on.