What once was in his hand was now in hers, and Futaba was already attaching the crystal hookup to his phone while she listens. When he asks his question, she pauses in her actions, just staring at his phone. She doesn't look at him when she responds, but she's still serious, a departure from her normally strange but mostly cheery demeanor.

"Yes." Not a full answer, but— "You sounded like you wanted to be our friend. Wanted to be a part of what we had. To be one of the Phantom Thieves and not just working adjacent to us. So, yes to both. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

The phone display flashes on to show the battery percent, beginning to climb, crystal attached to it glowing a bright blue. Promising.

"In the end, when we thought you were dead, before the whole Maruki thing... we did all mourn you, you know."