Shoka exhales a harsh, irritated sigh. Violating is right, and it's not like anyone here would even have anything to gain from loosening her lips (except, of course, the same sort of cruel amusement she got out of watching Akechi herself).

"Well... I was already planning on tagging along with you anyway—just to make sure I get a front row seat to whatever birdie bloodbath you plan on bringing to the perp's doorstep... But now that it's personal, maybe I'll lend you a hand, too."

This last suggestion is punctuated with a little wave of her ghostly hand.