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"Stage name?" she gave 'Lore' a blank look. And then she got it, and flushed red, shaking her head. "I, umm... rules?"

It was a prime distraction. Scylla peeled off her glove, holding out her arms and bruises for inspection. Under the light, it was clear just how soft her hands were; a delicate french-tipped manicure was still there even as a senshi, one she'd gotten just this morning. The bruises looked like lattice-work, some almost black and some a more delicate puke-green.

Well, it was a form of art.

"Castor saved me, and I mistook his... intentions." Scylla said finally, watching Lore looking over the cuts. She'd thought he was trying to kill her. "I shoved him out of a tree." She gave the other senshi an arch look out of the corner of her eye.

The giggling confused her, an emotion that was clear on her face as she opened her mouth. "What he can do with his what?" she frowned at the older woman, mind running a mile a minute. Unfortunately, the most accurate ideas of what the woman was talking about were the ones most quickly discarded. "I don't get any flowery words." she assured Lore. "I just get really bad nicknames."

She shifted her weight. "So, are either of you going to tell me about these mysterious rules?"

She didn't like being laughed at, and her nose went up in the air in an instinctively bred reaction, cheeks flared to an almost tomato-red. She crossed her ankles, back prim and straight, watching Lore wrap her arm; the oil hurt, in her scratches. Finally, she relaxed enough to give the older woman a small smile. "Thank you. I can... agree to those terms." she said finally.

She pulled her arms back to her body, biting her lip. Then scowled at Castor as it finally registered just what everyone was going on about. Taking payment for help in... the only trade these women had to give. She looked bewildered for a minute or so. "Ms. Lore," she said finally, "I... have other injuries I'd appreciate you taking a look at, without the presence of our acquaintance."

She gestured towards the room where women were catcalling for him. "Please, don't mind me." Her hands went to her back. She hadn't examined the glass cuts there in days, but she still wasn't able to sleep on her back. Lore gestured her to another room to the side, leaving Castor to... whatever.

"God." the older woman muttered, taking a look at her back. "What happened, did you get hit by a car?"

"Not quite." Scylla muttered. The pattern of cuts was much like on her arms, but the color not as bad. The top layer of skin was healing well enough, it was under the skin that the problems lay.

"Frankly, not much I can suggest but say lots of tylenol and a masseuse to keep the blood moving. There's barely any superficial damage left." Still, when the older woman stepped back out into the main room, her face was pale under the makeup. "Being one of you is a dangerous job." she commented to Scylla, who was stepping out behind her.

"You could say that."

Scylla gripped Lore's hand impulsively, giving the hand a squeeze. "Thank you." she told her. There might not have been anything Lore could do for it, but she'd make sure that the other woman was compensated for the attempt. And at least once a week, ill or not, she'd have to swing by this area.

She glanced up at Castor when she stepped closer to them, giving him a friendly smile. He was so much taller than she was, an easy 6 inches even in her heels. "Hi Ho, Silver," she started dryly, "away." Damned if he'd carry her. She'd learned firsthand that being carried was an embarrassing way for a girl to travel.

She gave Lore a nod of thanks, a shy duck of the head, and moved for the door. As she stepped out the door and it shut behind them, she turned to the other senshi and gave him a grin. It was only mildly pleasant. "... I've been to your place, Castor." she reminded him, voice deadpan. "There wasn't anything interesting enough for me to visit you twice."

"Your powers, not your--" she glanced down, eyes only making it to his collarbone before she flushed, and looked firmly back at his face. "Anyway. Not the point." She moved in the direction she'd thought they came from, a little on the lost side, obviously. "What's got you tired?"

Her eyes were a little concerned when she glanced up at him, studiously ignoring his hand on her body. Until it went to her waist. The concern was fading, replaced with a little concern. Even a touch of annoyance. "I don't care if you scan me." she agreed.

And then the hand gravitated lower.

On instinct, her foot kicked out, for his shin.

Oops.

"My turn." she pulled out the phone, shook it, glared at it and pushed a few random buttons. Finally got it to work, scanning the part of him at the same height as her hands. "And don't worry, Castor, at least you got my number." She couldn't help but idly wonder what that phone number was.

At the sounds, and the general aura of the area, she finally slid her arm through his, propelling him forward like a bossy little tugboat, wanting to be away from this part of town. "I haven't seen anything of him." she sounded as frustrated herself. "For which I'm thankful, I guess. I'd hate to run into him alone."

It was so strange, trying to talk about her own stalker in so detached a manner. ".... If you ever need someone to talk to, I have an open ear." she didn't look at him when she said it. She couldn't say that it would be complete neutrality she'd listen with; that would be a dirty, dirty lie.

His last question made her cheeks flare up. "Don't worry, Mr. Fireman, I'll try and make our future meetings less painful for you. I'm sure I make your nights a lot harder than they normally would be. Falling out of trees, getting attacked by rabid youma, just generally being a damsel in mild distress."

"Now what's a dashing guy like you doing having girl troubles? Unless she kicks you too?" Jada stopped, bending to hold out her hand to a kitten digging in the trash. The little creature looked uncertain, back arching even while it mewed.

It probably had fleas.

She reached out, taking the kitten from Castor. Poor sweetie. Her stomach clenched. "You know, my father would always tell me that it is the job of the privileged to assist those who could not help themselves." she ran her hand over the cat. "My mother would tell me that it is our privilege to keep right on walking."

Jada held the small creature close to her.

"The only person some random girl's stalker should take priority to is her family." she said finally. It froze her core to say it, but to Scylla, it was true. If she weren't the girl in question, she'd probably be neglecting it. "Even the police have better things to do."

She sighed, shivered. The kitten mewled, climbing up her body and sucking on her ear. He was hungry. It was still early enough that a convenience store should be open. "They sell cat food at gas stations, right?"

How could she tell Castor anything about his relationship problems? She'd never been in one. "As for your... situation..." she glanced back at him, lips twisted in a wry smile. "I've never been in love. I don't know how it feels." Her voice said she was lying about something, but her face was closed off.