Kunzite's laugh, while obnoxiously self-confident to Michiru's ears, did little to cause her glare to waver. This man was now distinctly classified as an enemy, and there was little he could do to sway her judgment. Not that anything he was saying was helping his case. No, despite her previous encouragements to Ami, her dignity as an Outer Senshi wasn't quite ready to let Kunzite lump her in with the younger ones.

She caught sight of the waitress returning just in time to forestall her response. Smiling up at the woman as if nothing was happening, Michiru thanked her and took the salad. The woman also delivered Kunzite's meal before departing.

"Perhaps you would recognize me if you and your kind weren't so accustomed to playing with children." Michiru shot the quip out at him without missing a beat--as nonchalantly as chatting about the weather. Glancing to her salad, she speared a cherry tomato on the end of her fork. "There are Sailor Senshi, and then there are Soldiers. I'll assume you've fought the former of those. You should pray not to deal with the latter."