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Natron was still getting used to the whole wake up, go to school, slink around the city by night and drain civilians of their energy routine. Plus making time for school activities and homework...he was having to learn time management. It was a little surreal.

He had staked out an alley that night, under the presumption that most people who wandered into alleys weren't the best sorts. So when someone slipped in and leaned against the wall, the Lieutenant approached quickly and quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder to drain some energy. It was only after that he recognized Alexandre, the boy from school who had seemed so well-informed on the war.

Well, oops. But Alexandre wouldn't know it was him, right?

Natron had yet to have someone realize what he was doing while draining them. The minute Alexandre turned to look at him, he felt a surge of paranoia. Oh god, surely he would be recognized, they were so close, never mind the glamor...thing.

Oh good lord Alexandre knew exactly what was happened. Natron actually took a step back in pure surprise. "How did you know?" He asked, though he was suddenly very suspicious. Was Alexandre...one of them?

Natron stared in stunned silence for a few moments. Finally, he managed to speak. "Oh my god, that explains so much." He said. He wondered if he might have given a hint as to his civilian identity, but did it really matter? This was an ally!

Also, he was admittedly impressed with Alexandre-Benitoite's uniform. He looked pretty amazing. Natron wondere dif he'd get an awesome cape like that someday.

"I mean, I am so sorry about that...General?" He was guessing at rank, but Benitoite's power signature was on par with Painite's, so he figured he would take a shot. "I wouldn't have, you know, if I'd known." He coughed.

"Ah heh, I see." At least Natron wasn't the only person to mistakenly drain a fellow Negaverser.

He took the offered hand and shook it. "Lieutenant Natron, sir." He said. As civilians they were the same age, went to the same school, but Benitoite was his superior and was going to get sir'd.

"I'll make sure it gets turned in," he said firmly. Every bit counted, right? There were space invaders to chase off! Couldn't afford wasting energy, even if it was from his superior.

He was really quite glad Benitoite wasn't angry abut that, it could have gone very poorly if he were.

"My evening has been going well, actually," he said. "Took care of civilian obligations," read: MUFON meeting, " and then headed out to do my real job." He sighed at the mention of meetings with the enemy. "A few, actually. Some have gone better than others."

Natron looked a little embarrassed. "Not a reliable one. I've usually shanghaied the nearest higher-ranking officer for help," he confessed. Painite had covered the basics with him, so he knew what to do, it was just a matter of actually getting it done.

The Lieutenant nodded eagerly. "I'd be glad to let you know what I've observed," he said. Of course, that would probably mean confessing the beating he'd taken to a higher-ranking officer, but, well, it would have to come up eventually. "And, uh, you could probably give me pointers on who to avoid."

Natron nodded. "I'd appreciate that, thanks," he said. He always appreciated when he found someone willing to help with a ride into the Rift. "And, uh, I think me being able to teleport is a ways off," he chuckled awkwardly. He was dedicated to the cause, but at the moment he considered himself something of a failure. Promotion? Not even on his radar.

He nodded as Benitoite explained. He had met one Eternal, but that was Leto, and she was an ally. He remembered how helpless he had felt when he had tonight she was going to hurt him. He never wanted to feel that again. "Stay away from Senshi with wings, gotcha." He said. Very sound advice, especially if they could surprise you by turning out to be a royal. That was a surprise he wanted to avoid as best as possible.

"I uh, actually met one of those General-level Knights," Natron said. "Said his name was Camelot, of Earth. He was more interested in talking than fighting, though." He made a mental note about the green-haired girl. Ugh, he did not want some overprotective boyfriend after him. Scary thought.

"Rooftop travel? Yeah, I have. I gotta say, one of theist things about this." Besides defending the Earth and all.

Natron gave Benitoite a small smile.
"That's, uh, I appreciate you saying so," he said. He really didn't think he had what it took, but maybe he just wasn't seeing it in himself. "I don't know if I'll make it in three months, but we'll see," he nodded. Given time, he was sure he would end up exactly where he needed to be.

He nodded. "I met some of them, the Dark Mirror Court." He said. "Uhh, Leto and Navi." He named the two he knew. "They were both fair, and interesting to talk to." After Leto had scared him pantsless, but that was another matter.

He frowned at Benitoite's description of Camelot. It didn't seem to match up with the Knight he had met, who had clearly preferred talking to fighting, but then Natron was pretty far below him. Maybe the Knight hadn't considered him worth raising a hand to. That was a slightly alarming thought. "Well, I mean, I gotta say, meeting him went better than the other time I ran into a Knight. Er, a Page, I guess, which is kind of sad." He coughed and looked furiously embarrassed. He had been pounded into the pavement by someone fully on his level, someone he really ought to have been capable of taking. He really, really hated being a skinny, nerdy kid.

Natron was still pretty dang impressed with the whole teleportation thing. He was also pretty impressed with the view of the city. He wondered if it would get less impressive as he ranked up and became able to do it himself.

"Did you have any plans for where you were going to go? I usually just sort of...meander." And mostly avoid Order power signatures.