She'd given that ball up for lost, readying another and staring with laserlike focus at the offending hoop, when Suzaku's movement catches one of her eyes and she barely skitters diagonally in enough time to avoid the missile. Ball. Whatever. Is he trying to get her to leave? Well, she won't! She shoots out a weak section of non-sticky thread to catch the ball before it can hit the floor, then she spins back, takes aim, and slings it right back at his head.