Clawed hands whipped. When Minako was fiddling with the window they reached and grabbed for her shoulders, aiming to twist the senshi around. That face was right there in front of her, quivering, snarling, growling. Damnit, she was going to keep trying to do this, wasn't she? To break free? Vira-Lorr couldn't have that. No. If she kept trying, she'd get out there, and the butterflies...

She couldn't have that.

Splattering fluid came flying out, aiming to gunk up and latch Minako at the waist to the wall. She kept her face dangerously close to her lover's. The threat wasn't desired, but hopefully it would keep her still so she could get the gunk to harden and keep her trapped there. She just needed her to not try and run away for a while. Then she could think of how to properly protect her.