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After school, a time where most students fled to their activities, club meetings, or just flat out fled school completely. Ellie had never really done the club "thing" because it was completely against her personal interests. The Junior had never really been one to dedicate herself to anything social for too long, especially clubs. You were frowned at if you missed a meeting, and knowing herself well enough, she'd probably miss 75% of the meetings.

She was the sort who used her free time wisely. Today, it was wisely being spent in the metal shop. She needed to cut down some of the pieces for her pet project at home so that they fit perfectly and weld other pieces together. And only in Ellie's dreams did she own all of the proper tools for such a task. The way she thought of it, the school was a public school after all, so she could use the tools since the city was paying for students to do just that.

To anyone who was unfamiliar with the metal shop, they might have been intimidated when they walked in. The blonde paid strict attention to the safety precautions. Since she was using flames, she had to wear a full face mask to protect herself, tied her loose strands of hair back, was wearing gloves, and had a heavy apron on as well. All while, she held onto a piece of metal she was welding to another with that hot flame. In all honesty, she looked like something that should have come out from a horror movie.

Though the sound of the flame upon metal were scorching through her ears, the only person in the room was able to hear the faint sound of her name. Turning off the heat, the girl spun around to face the shop entrance. Of all people at the door, it was the "Train wreck girl" as she and her friends had called the unfortunate senior. Setting her work to the side someplace that wouldn't catch fire, she walked up to the door while pushing the mask up so she could show off the fact she was under all the safety equipment.

If this had been a classic introduction, maybe she would have offered her hand for a handshake. However, Ellie was getting the vibe that this was an office call or something slightly more serious.

"Yeah? 'sup?" she asked as she leaned herself against a nearby counter.

While this Train Wreck made herself cozy, Ellie began to take off some of the safety equipment, figuring that she'd have to walk up to the office or something lame like that. Off came the gloves, off came the protective mask completely, and she began to take off the apron when this girl gave the most awkward of greetings.

The blonde glanced up after setting down her apron (revealing the basic school uniform she was still wearing), her eyes reading a simple "How th'hell did ya know?" She didn't say anything initially, somewhat gathering how she even felt about being exposed in such a nonchalant fashion. Confused, yes. A bit angry, yes. A bit wary, hell yes.

She clicked her tongue slightly as she resumed removing all the protective gear, finishing up with untying her hair for the moment so it could hang free and relax a bit. It hurt having it tied up to keep out of the way of possible flames.

She eventually offered a half questioning "Yo!" in response, but really didn't follow it up at all.

The tension did not really seem to ease on Ellie's end, even after the very accurate statement about butt-bows. Had this been any other subject, she might have cracked a smile. However, this was practically the bane of her existence.

"Oh? I saw that the other day and I was wonderin' about it. Wondered what th'hell happened to the kid?" Perhaps the label of "kid" was a bit inaccurate for Ellie to be using, since both she and Sidra were the same age. However, Ellie had gotten used to calling anyone shorter than herself a kid, and thanks to her height of 5'10", she could use that title very frequently.

Either way, Ellie shrugged indifferently. Her encounter with Sidra hadn't exactly been all that exciting (at least, looking back it wasn't). Had she been more concerned, or perhaps even more sympathetic, she might have asked the questions of "What happened? Where did she go?" and other things of the sort.

Instead, all she asked was "She yer friend I take it?"

She turned her head and glanced up to the ceiling.

"That sucks. She was a cute kid." And totally the type of girl that Ellie wouldn't really want to be friends with. Girls were too annoying to deal with, and Sidra came across as a prime example of the "girly girl."

Blowing a puff of air at her bangs, she shrugged again about the senshi stuff. "Dunno why she'd talk about me? We really only met one time. She a gossip or somethin'?"

Though the blonde was still a bit uncertain as to this whole situation, she did seem to ease slightly into the conversation a bit. "A Youma get 'er or somethin'?" she half offered as a possible reason for the missing girl.

Perhaps the first time in the conversation did Ellie actually seem interested. This girl was tossing about info like Sailor Iris had always been around and knew everything from A-Z in Senshi-world.

"What's a General-King, Lieutenant Douche, and who's a**?" she asked, compiling all of her main concerns while shortening one of the names down a bit. Her gold eyes were on Train Wreck now for an answer, and she made certain to add a simple "'aven't been doin' this 'scout' thing fer too long an' all."

The only thing she could really tell with 100% accuracy was that this girl was upset. The blonde was about as empathetic as a brick wall, or more accurately, a guy.

"Oh," she said flatly. She knew about Astraea, but she rarely even called her anything remotely as nice as that.

"So, the cat y'mean. Dun call 'er anythin' but 'cat' usually." She shrugged as if apologizing for this confusion. She took in what information she wanted to and sorted it in her head in the places she felt appropriate. She found the bit about the Lieutenant to be not very important, since from her own knowledge, guys touched themselves to anything for the most part, including horses and stuff.

"Am I supposed t'magically know this crap without bein' told?" Once again, she shrugged, this time more like she was admitting it was a weak excuse that she just gave. "I've only been fightin' Youma really. So I don't really know what t'look fer."

This conversation was taking too long, and the fact of it was, it was only starting to get remotely interesting. The blonde sat herself down on a nearby counter that was close to Train Wreck, but at the same time, was a respectable distance away. When the girl apologized, she just lifted up a hand and uttered "Dun worry 'bout it."

"I never found any real point t'having earrings. They just get caught on s**t if yer workin' in a garage. 'S a hazard more than anythin'."

Kicking her foot forward slightly, she looked over her gray-toned shoes. Old shoes were so much better than new shoes. Her mind was wandering a bit. The only thing that really seemed to bring her back was the mention of the missing girl, Sidra. She only gave a half shrug this time and pointed out "She told me some stuff, but not enough fer my tastes."

Or rather, Sailor Iris had been so confused after her first transformation, most of the information that Sidra might have offered somewhat melted away. It wasn't like Ellie was going to admit she had been dazed and confused to Train Wreck.

"I know how that is about responsibility and crap" she casually said as she hopped off the counter. All this sitting wasn't getting her work done. "Speakin' of responsibility, I'm goin'a get back t'work. I want t'get this piece back in m'car t'night."