Amaya brought her hands up in a show of surrender before carefully reaching into her sleeve, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper, and holding it out for Motochika. "We can't have her writing every time due to the lockdown she is currently on, but she'll still try her best to vouch for me." She said. "And a scrap of paper with scribbles on it is supposed to give you a free pass?" Nana's voice could be heard from behind Motochika, Nana standing in the doorway to the infirmary with a gun in hand, cocked and ready to fire, but not aimed. "I've paid the price of betrayal twice before, I will not do it again for someone we hardly know." The poor woman was shaking, wearing a heavy coat to try and hide her swollen stomach, but it didn't help much.