[Since the first time they met, Futaba has never given Beat a reason not to believe her. So when she asks him that question, there's the briefest of pauses before he starts to laugh. The edges of his eyes crinkle and his shoulder begins to shake together with his laughter.

It isn't malicious either, not in the least, but by the end of it, Beat lets out sigh of relief. His all too familiar lopsided smile grows on his lips.]

Tha's what all this was 'bout?

[He sounds incredulous, utterly surprised by her question. Another chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head once more.]

Nah, course it don't, yo. Hell, it sounds like you guys were tryin' to do good for others, even if you was framed. If you say you guys didn't do it, I believe ya.

[Without so much as a second thought, he reaches out across the table and places his hand on hers, giving it the gentlest of squeezes in reassurance.]

'Sides, it don't matter if you's a Phantom Thief, yo. You still Shorty to me.