It's becoming increasingly clear that both Harley and Majima are experiencing some kind of fear that Amelia simply can't relate to. She's never been to the edge the way they have or been pushed to a place where she felt she had no control. When things got bad, she could always do something. Maybe not something good, but if it spared her loved ones? That's what mattered. It hurts to see them both hurting like this, knowing she can't reach them the way she wants to.

Her lips draw into a thin line as she watches them closely, and threaten briefly to tug into a frown - until that smirk comes along. And then it's time for that ever so familiar blushing Harley (and probably Majima) knows very well by now.

"I-I don't think I could... I-I mean I can try if you want, but--" Dreams, this is awkward. She turns her face away from the two of them and raises her now free hand to play with the strands of her hairpin, both to ground herself and distract the other two. "Maybe Majima should take this one. I can try to clean the kitchen a little more after the mess I made earlier..."