"...You'd offer that? Being an ally?" It's probably for the best that Mitsuru's bangs cover some of her face; they aid in masking how her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Usually it falls on her to extend invitations and try to convince people to fight alongside her.

"That is to say... Yes, yes I am fine with being on the front lines." And it flusters Mitsuru a bit, how much that offer caught her off guard. She forces herself to take a deep breath, and then let it out.

"And I suppose in the spirit of honesty and being direct... I can guess we've both experienced the same situation. Fighting shadowy creatures, and doubting the memories in our heads. Though, I can admit that in my own home, this is far more standard. That's part of why I'm used to fighting."