[ Setsura doesn't quite realize how it looks initially. She should with as many times as she's seen it unfold before her eyes in Tokyo, but her view of the scene isn't generally first person. When Yosuke yanks his hand away and the clerk really starts up, though, it clicks and she feels a near instant desire to recoil not unlike what she'd felt upon catching his screen name in that post.

Yes, that's what it is, she thinks. Without a doubt, this must be genuine sisterly affection, but she's no little sister. She straightens, standing her full and very impressive height of five feet, two inches now and she doesn't miss a beat. ]

Don't get the wrong idea. That's my little brother, y'know. [ She throws her thumb at Yosuke casually, but her lips split with a smile. ] He brought me here to treat me with his hard earned chroma. He's cute, right?