action;
[it had not 100% occurred to her that they knew each other until now; she glances briefly behind her shoulder at Izaya, curious, before returning her attention to Anri, shield still firmly in place]
I'm not going to move. If you both agree to fight, then I won't do anything about that. But he doesn't want to, and he's right. Don't you see that it isn't fair like this? [pleading a little. be reasonable!]