Mukuro nodded slowly, gaze dropping to the floor, already supplying her sister's commentary internally. Idiot, you've always been a godawful actress! Of course she knew her. She'd known the Swordswoman better than probably anyone else in SHSL Despair aside from Junko. It was difficult for them to really bond, they were both all sharp edges and coldness, awkward and distant, and yet-- they'd understood each other, at least.

She didn't flinch or stiffen, just closed her eyes briefly as she took in a shallow breath. "Sure." What else could she say? He deserved to know, and she was useless anyway, the least she could do was try to repay her many, many debts. Even if this new Kuzuryuu'd want nothing to do with her afterwards.