She came upon what was left of the small garden party just as a Senshi covered in a peculiar assortment of fauna disappeared with a couple of others in tow. Interesting. She'd only ever seen teleporting as a skill that belonged to the negaverse but with the knowledge that she could go back to her homeworld at any time, if she so chose, she wasn't surprised that it seemed to be the method they were using here.
Of course, that didn't really solve her dilemma on how to do it.
The senshi of greed crossed the last few feet between her and the small group that was poofing out of reality by the moment. She hadn't been in a hurry, but she certainly didn't want to be left behind either. Her gaze shifted immediately toward Penthesilea's voice at the offer. She didn't know the other girl but she really wasn't the type that shied away from something she needed.
"I could use a ride," she chimed, pleasantly enough. Yet Midas did stop short of the senshi of war, hesitant to just grab ahold of her without a direct invitation. One never knew who might have a bad case of PTSD in a galactic war and she didn't want a broken nose, or a fireball to the face.
"The name's Midas," she held out her hand, for a shake or a teleport, whichever came first.
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