After he had bolted, Miki (who hadn't peeked, honest! Liar.) did as he suggested and was sitting on his couch looking as serious as she could be. A serious Miki was rarely a good thing and possibly led to bad things.
At his question, Miki's serious look turned into a Glare of Doom. "Oh let's see, you bail on us without much of a goodbye or forwarding address and you ask me via a scale of one to ten?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Honey, you better raise that number limit like whoa."