[ The second tug does the trick. Throws her slightly off-balance as she lands next to Aki, their shoulders bumping together, legs a hair away from touching. Quickly, Denji scoots out from her, brow creased in bewilderment at her insistence. Geez. ]

Idols… They're kinda like devils. The more popular they are, the stronger they get. If they aren't popular — if Emi-chan and Emi-chan's dad weren't popular, would she still be alive? [ Would she have been able to leverage her influence in the same fashion to prioritize her case with Public Safety? To borrow some of their strongest hunters just to take down a fiend with an obsession? ] So I guess she's gotta do all this stuff, make it 'bout the folks who just sat by and watched me be super cool, or else…

[ They'll leave Emi-chan. Forget her. The worst fate that can happen to both an idol and a devil from hell. ]

Don'tcha think Makima's basically an idol where we work? I mean, he's as cool and good-lookin' as one, and everyone's always like, "Ooh, Makima," when he's around.

[ Yes, she's including herself in that mix. Ooh, Mister Makima… ]