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"I think it's wearing off," said Cybele, sitting back up as the suffocating relaxation lessened. Her smile remained, and the nervousness, to her relief, didn't return. "How long was that? Twenty, maybe thirty seconds? It doesn't last as long as my magic, I don't think." Still, it was a powerful effect. "Sorry... Like I said, I wasn't making sense. Anyway, do emotions even have opposites? There's happy and sad, of course, and apparently nervous and relaxed... What about anger, though? That's probabaly an important one to find out. Lots of people are angry when they fight. Don't say you're not smart, though. You were smart enough to try experimenting with your magic."

When Warhol started talking about the people she'd met, Cybele nodded. "I haven't heard of Glitnir. Megiddo... from what I've heard can be terrifying. Mostly to the Negaverse, but... even to us sometimes." She left it at that, since she didn't want to ruin this nice, happy moment. Warhol deserved a little time before she had to find out that Order killed, too. "I'm sure you'll meet more people soon. And... here." She summoned her phone with a bit of a flourish. "You can text me if you need something. Did anyone teach you how to use your phone?"

When Warhol started panicking, Cybele’s eyebrows edged together a bit, shifting her smiled into almost an open mouthed frown. It was easy to picture the fight she was describing, but it was harder to imagine being thrown in front of a Negaverser who wanted to kill you before you even had a phone, before you even knew about your magic. “It’s fine. You’re not rambling,” she promised, hoping it was the right thing to say. “You’re trying to figure things out. There’s a lot to figure out, I know. There's so many things that you don't understand at first. I know that. But don't worry. You will figure it out.” She'd regained her composure by this point and smiled brightly once more.

That just left the issue of the phones. Cybele was still holding hers awkwardly in front of her. “It's tied to your senshi magic, yes." As if to demonstrate, the phone vanished with a wave of the hand. "A cat gave me mine. That's how it works, I think. If you don’t have one…" she briefly considered offering her real phone number, but she was wary of giving away her identity, "...It's not that big of a deal. I don't use mine much, anyway. Well... sometimes there are announcements for meetings and things like that. Those can be important, but they're not that common. Just ask a cat about how to get a phone if you run into one."

"I'm sure you will," Cybele promised, trying to smile, somehow, more brightly than she already was. It didn't work that well. The result was strained and lopsided, but she went with it, because Warhol's demeanor was getting somewhat frustrating. Was she not being encouraging enough or something? Well, she'd do her best to be informative, at least. "I've mostly seen cats where there are a lot of other senshi around. It probabally wouldn't be that hard to find one if you were looking for one, though." It was basically a fancy way of saying she didn't know, which didn't help her self confidence.

The time was easier. She summoned her phone again. "It's... 4:51." They'd been talking for longer than she'd thought. "I have to go, too. I was on my way to see a friend, but it was nice to meet you." She stood, rearranging her skirts one last time, and raised a hand in farewell. "Good luck." With that, she sprinted off without powering down. She was a bit behind schedule now, but her senshi speed would more than make up for it.