The heart that Mion sported behind her breastbone dropped a little, tinged with a misery that Shannon's words provided. She wondered why the female had been so insistant on making things up to her, "Shannon...! I already told you it was nothing big, right?" she smiled, weakly, "So really, it's fine, I swear. Don't treat me so highly, 'kay? I'm a furniture, too." Hearing the servants refer to themselves as furniture, the Sonozaki had to pick up the label, as well. Though she didn't use it correctly, or seriously for that matter.