Evil Miku can barely be bothered to acknowledge anyone exists. Flat tone, heavy sighs, one-word dismissals. People are specks near her ankles she'd have to squint to even notice — and she won't bother. She might idly nudge someone with the tip of her shoe or absentmindedly touch her own body out of sheer boredom, mentioning it casually just to remind everyone what they can't have. She gives the bare minimum because even cruelty takes effort. Her total indifference somehow stings worse than rage.
