[ Misa finds herself in a great predicament at the offer - she glances over her shoulder, as if she'll find a guard right there waiting for them. ]

Oh! Can I really have that? You might get in trouble if they find out you gave it to me... since they got mad at me earlier.

[ She half-explains, not entirely convinced those guards don't have some magic way of finding out if she does end up taking it. Has she realized it's in her best interest to just play nice and kiss up to the guards as much as possible? Yes. But she's also selfish, and not at all that accustomed to living in a survivalist way. If she can catch a break here and there, then... ]

You're really okay with it?