That question made Makoto pause. Sure she had disliked some people... even hated them. But somehow the idea of murdering somebody repulsed her. Shadows, surely, but a living, breathing person with hopes and dreams and ambitions? So long as those ambitions didn't serve their own interest at the expense of others she had no reason to challenge them, let alone kill them.

The lingering question in the air was enough to break her out of her thoughts. "Niijima. Makoto Niijima. And yourself?"

Her attention returned to the frog. They were weird, but she had to admit there could be useful. Like a personal Persona, but not quite as adaptable? She considered giving more thought in being more devoted as a Ninja.