She hastily put her glass on the table, in order to grab a napkin and rub her eyes in an desperate attempt to compose herself. But the jerky movement, combined with his sudden touch, caused Minnie to shift, and her crown, unused to the owner's size, fell off and banged lightly on the table. With that, her eyes popped open. She momentarily saw her own reflection in its shine. She took a few deep breathes as she gazed at herself, calming down slightly.

There wasn't a time for tears and rants. Like a good ruler, she would just have to accept certain things couldn't be changed by emotional appeal. "... And you will stick to this path no matter what I say." She spoke softly, almost admitting defeat. "... Just as I will fight against the organization, no matter what you say. No matter who uses who... I will do what I can to stop what I know is wrong." Even if it had proved useless, as it did on the train.