[ Whether he means that offer legitimately or not, she replies with her usual brand of blunt pragmatism. ]

A trip to the burn ward isn't my idea of a good time, believe it or not.

[ Her gaze slides over him from head to toe - nice suit by the way - taking in this kindred spirit's unique sense of style with muted curiosity. Are those staples she's seeing? Huh... very punk rock of him.
That goes some way towards explaining where his suggestion stems from. Mayou meets Dabi's sharp-edged smile with the same lazy sidelong look, allowing the attendant at her side to yank more clothes over her head without much change in expression - still stubbornly planted in 'family cat getting put in gag outfits' territory. Truly the most relatable of vibes.

Oh look, another dud dress. Shocking. Off it goes.

As for his bright idea... ]

I might. [ Her eyes narrow - less lazy now, sharper, caught somewhere between speculative and actively scrutinizing. It won't do her any good if he's promising something he can't deliver. ] Are you offering to run distraction duty or just spitting hypotheticals here?

[ It'd be all kinds of disappointing to get scruffed at the door and marched right back to square one. Nothing personal. ]