It's not murder. It's just what what most people do with a deku - they NAIL THEM TO A TREE. In this case, it's just with chopsticks!! Technically not murder! Ochako grumbles something under her breath, sighing as she's finally passed the ponzu sauce, and takes a calming breath. It's not his fault...it's not. They've all been afflicted with that godawful blood-plague...sickness...curse...thing and going through a lot mentally and emotionally over the past few weeks. It's fine, she can get through an evening if she just avoids the skeletons like she avoids confronting her feelings.

Dipping some of the thinly sliced meat into the broth to cook it, Ochako sags her shoulders and just groans.

"It's...okay." Not fine. Just 'okay'. "I don't know what I expected when you said there'd be a skeleton army, so it's kind of my fault, too... And s'not like you knew how scared I'd be." But she does reach out and kind of punch Deku's shoulder gently a bit. "Just please don't make me do anything like this again, Deku."

Otherwise she will feed you to Bakugou. Or something. The actual murderplots are still in the works. "I...don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight..."