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Mostly, Zink's words were taken for something they probably were not: chastisement, his curt tone taken to be dismissive, his restrained posture annoyance. It was unlikely that the General had actually intended to bite his new lieutenant but -- well, communication was difficult. No one ever interpreted well.

At the very least, it got him to shut up, watching the assortment around them as much as he watched the mirrors. Unlike most, he hadn't been briefed, not yet. He didn't recognize Sailor Earth, and this new one only rang vaguely familiar. He was definitely more interested in the others: grateful that he was so tall, could flick eyes over Zink's head to look them over.

They all wore crazy costumes, but this time he was just glad his wasn't the worst of them. Eyebrows knitting together, he spent the time barely-listening and mostly trying to figure out rank from clothing. And bearing.

When Zink finally spoke to him, Ilmenite had to fight down the urge to stoop and tease, tip his head down. He kept his expression deliberately cool.

"...we live in a democracy now." His reply was just as soft, and it seemed like he was deadly serious. But hard to tell if that was true ignorance or just his statement on how he felt about princesses.

Oh, yes, Zink was almost certainly going to have trouble with his new lieutenant -- who shifted, a muscle in his jaw jumping with the urge to mouth off to that. The concept of serving someone you'd never met was insane. Of course, it was a better thought than death, but...

"Wish I had something to take notes with." No way he could remember all of this later. Ilmenite shook his head and definitely didn't think about Zac and his little set of notes. He squinted at the mirror, taking it in briefly, and then looked back up to the crowd. Definitely made more sense to him.

Apatite had thundered onwards, paying little attention to the mirrors until she heard the sounds of someone seeing something of note, and Apatite wandered back, a jaunty whistle thrumming through the hall. Bending to see in to the mirror more clearly, Apatite tensed with sudden recognition.

"That man is our Prince. Of the Earth, for the Earth-- and fraternizing with the enemy."

Her voice was cold and toneless, and soon she stood, turning away from the disgusting image. They might even kiss, ugh. Maybe even with tongue.

"That bloody princess."

There was little levity at all in her countenance, her hands tense and white with rage. Apparently, Princess Serenity and Bella were one and the same. Outrageous slutbags.

"Don't request notes too loud, Zink might hand over his notecards! Trust me, he's got lots."
Schee knew. Schee was often handed them to study from. Schee loved them.

The blonde had eyed the mirrors with slight interest, but none could hold his attention for long. He wasn't the studious type, nor the type to take notes for others to learn from. He was the type that got s**t done when he was pointed in the right direction. So far none of them -knew- the right direction, which left him somewhat aimless and without something to burn his energy on.

So Scheelite just hovered around Apatite, not really wanting to look in the mirror. He would have gagged if they started kissing anyway.

Alkaid walked in silence at Labyrinthite's side, taking comfort in the presence she could feel less than a foot away. She watched the mirrors they passed with a little interest, hopeful that they perhaps each showed just one glimpse of an important character and that maybe from there on out it would simply be other important figures in Earth's past. Except she was very, very wrong.

Even if she knew the Senshi of Earth was disheartening, something about her was captivating in a really depressing way. Alkaid's heart ached as she watched this link between her old and new family, staring with lonesome eyes without realizing that the ghost image had to be staring at something. When the scene cleared and she finally saw what that something was, Alkaid's demeanor changed instantly.

Quite suddenly that lonesome gaze, the sadness on her face, flipped to a stony look that barely concealed anger. She grit her teeth behind thinly pressed lips and curled her gloved fingers into fists so tight that the skin turned a strained white under the dark fabric. She couldn't look at the comforting figure at her side, the supportive friend somewhere behind her, or the looming, powerful figure of her General.

She only had eyes for the wretched princess that had ruined her life and so many others. It was a wonder she managed to keep all the hateful thoughts inside her head.

"Does it matter." Apatite spit out with a fair amount of venom, making what should have been a question have a definite answer.

"Who gives a flying ******** if they were in love? Would you disobey direct orders, Zinkenite, if you were in love? Would you cause a war just because you wanted to bang someone forbidden?" Apatite strode towards Zinkenite, her chakrams shaking in her hands, from barely controlled rage and not nerves in the least.

"If you ever ask an idiot question like that again, I will cleave you from testicles to spectacles and throw your guts around like confetti."

Shaking her chakram in Zinkenite's face, Apatite stood back and rolled her shoulders, a look of distaste still clouding her face.

Silence, and a sudden realization that she had gotten the whole gist incorrect.

"Oh, Sailor Earth? No."

Zink drew up strait and looked rather shocked at the reaction, Had the Earth Senshi done something to offend as much as the Moon-Twit? That had rather been a shocking reaction to a simple question...so it must be...except...

Eyes still on the chakram as she paused the threats about intestinal confetti still fresh on her lips when she swapped mental gears without a clutch.

"... Thank you for your answer....General Queen..." He said tensely as though rather nervous to make any sudden moves.

Note to self... do not ask questions around General Apatite.

He'd had more to that comment -- he was prepared to mutter the rest of it to himself -- but the General Queen's tirade certainly shut Ilmenite's mouth and that was a miracle. He paled and went silent, oozing just a small step away from Zink and perfectly making room for Schee. Who he also eased in to hide behind.

Basically, he decided, he wasn't going to speak again. Never, maybe...