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Marlo had a trait Pollux did not, and that was being able to walk home and end end up bloody bruised and half wanting just lay down and die. The supposed safe houses were often filled with drug addicts, pimps, whores, gang bangers, dealers...all the sorts of types you didn't feel like helping on a general basis. Not to mention they were lacking in one thing Pollux liked. Fortification. Safety couldn't be found when the guy next to you had a knife that cut easily cut your vocal chords. Or stab you in an artery. Safe houses indeed. The senshi of hail scoffed at them. You could have called it pride, or you could have called it an act of self preservation, but Pollux had stopped using the 'known' locations a long time ago.

A week or so ago he'd had a friend of a friend of a friend buy the land to the small lot with the abandoned shop and loft. A storehouse in back, a garage, and few ways in and few ways out. No windows until the second floor due to the fact it was crammed wall to wall with the other shops in the area. Small and easy to protect. A way in from above. Two below. An emergancy exit if he needed one. Yes, it suited all his needs.
This was Pollux's personal haven. One without any other residents.
Besides the local stay cat he'd taken to feeding. Kept the mouse and rat problem down.

Climbing out the roof exit, Pollux was surprise to feet the clatter of shoes from the street. Few came down this way in daylight, much less at night so who-
A flicker of a power signature and he relaxed, if only slightly. Peering over the side of the roof she didn't look harmful, or...well she didn't look like she'd attack him at least. Jumping down, he gave a typical Pollux greeting. "You look cold." That was, not a proper greeting at all.
"Were you tracking a youma, or just patrolling?"

Huffing, Pollux didn't think too hard about what he was doing next, that action being- "I'm not a fan of the cold, come inside, it's not-" He thought about the space. "Well, frankly it's a dirty mess but until I can get some work done on a free night, it's safe and the space heater is running." A shrug as hands ran up and down his arms. "Sorry cold just- not my favorite thing. And no, I'm not sensing any youma. If I did I would be leading them away from this area."

Looking at the senshi up and down he paused. Parts of her fuku seemed to be themed but..it was still basic. And he was still at a loss. "Sorry." He offered a hand with a nod of his head. "Pollux, frost. Haven't really been doing this thing for very long, but so far I'm not dead and haven't been in the hospital. I'm told this makes me rather one of the privileged few. I'm honestly assuming it'll just be a matter of time." Another motion to the door. "Sorry, again, mild cold or not I...avoid it. And no." He sighed. "The fact I detest the cold when my power relies on it is not lost on me."

"Or something I think would be how to best describe it." The walls were plain, one side bare brick, the other across just easily enough to see was brick as well, only painted a off white. Recent too. The far wall was simple drywall and probably added to just create walls, rather than one solid room. Some trash and broken bits of furniture was piled in a corner, and a dirty sheet covered what one could safely assume was a couch. A medical kit sat to the back on the side, almost hidden from view, but the fact it had a crack in the plastic said it had probably been thrown against a wall at some point.

By all accounts it should have been cold, but that wasn't the case. A space heater was running, keeping the room dry and free of the outside chill. Dust and dirt and god knew what else was on the floor. "So far, it's safe...but sanitary or sound it's not. Not yet anyway. I can't hire a contractor since that would be traceable. So it ends up being buy everything with cash and do it myself." A shrug of 'what can you do'. "This plus patrol, plus our work in the real world...I wonder how we manage to do."

The stray cat who had become the resident mouse and rat killer sat atop the stairs, a loud meow given before vanishing into the shadows. "So far it's safe, and that is what matters. I went to the others. Drug addicts, pimps and whores...disgusting hives where we might as well risk HIV from some crack head's exposed needle. Not keen on them, so I got this place under a few different names. Took calling in a few favors, but, no one can find it and link it back with ease."

Walking behind the couch, Pollux opened a cooler, pulling out some bottled water. "The tap is broken." Only explanation he gave before offering one to her. "So." Blue eyes bore into the other senshi. "You've been at this for a while. What is your take on the situation?"

Pollux read her reaction as 'I think your place doesn't suck but it is still gross.' Which he would give her. So long as she didn't dis on his color of wall choice. It was for the fact lighting sucked. "Same. I've been invited to team up, but..." An arbitrary shrug. "I don't think it to be in my best interests or theirs." The bottle water was opened and he took a few sips, listening. The giant youma? It seemed that even those cut out of mainstream knew. Was Asclepius mainstream? Eh, who could say. Senshi were no easier to read than any other human being.

"Same more or less. Teams I hear about, but as for seeing, encountering, none. More or less I just run across someone else and help out for the night. Or I try to help someone, often resulting in being called a terrorist or 'ruffian' if they're older than 70." A smirk as he recalled that particular pet rescue. Looking at the mess he capped his bottle and threw it on the couch, walking over and picking up large broom from the rubbish pile. "I have one broom, and one tool kit. Take your pick. But no." Pollux's face was rather passive. "No one else. I suppose...I'd be willing to allow other senshi to come, but not ones I do not know, or, large groups. Apparently the more of us gather, the more magic we sent out or something. It's why my brother drives out before he 'henshins'." Fingers even formed quotes.

"One sec." Bending over, Pollux began to look under parts of the sheet where they hand been bundled, finally finding a pair of overly large craftsman gloves. "Only pair I have. Sorry I don't have anymore." Looking around, he kept listening. Apparently he had trash bags, but in a lack of foresight they were hidden somewhere. Probably upstairs or in a corner off to the side.

"Don't worry much about it, I assume whatever tests you're taking are more important than cleaning, much less then patrolling." Ah ah, bags found, and yes, the corner hidden out of main sight. He needed to install a few shelves. Or just bring a supply bin. Bulling out one of the black bags, he didn't hesitate to just start picking up the larger bits and tossing them in.

"....Keys are.." His warning bells were going off. He'd invested a bit into this place, and to trust a random unknown senshi... Still. That was the whole point wasn't it? A haven for senshi? "Outside on both the roof and front door, there is a cut out false panel, in it is a key. Those are for emergency use only. The main keys are two doors down, on the side wall on the inside of a plant. Use those. Less likely for someone to relate the keys to this building." Was Pollux paranoid? Slightly, but you almost had to be these days.

Pollux gave her a smile. A real one, not some half bake smirk or grin, but a nice, genuine smile. No pearly whites, but a smile was a smile. The idea of someone on the senshi side actually using their skills to help others in ways that didn't involve beating something or someone up. "I'm sorry to say my own skills are more geared towards running a business. Management, customer service, sitting on board meetings and calling up people and trying to understand them in a language you both are not..fluent in. Thankfully it gets better with time." the crash of piece of metal falling off of it's rotted holdings. Pollux's face twisted for a second in mild disgust. Mold, he'd be bleaching everything for sure. That or power washing.

"The medical kit I have..if you could put anything in it that would help, and just give me any receipts if you buy anything. I can repay you easily enough. As for a list- s**t." Again, he was looking. A small red tint on his face. "Sorry, I'm not usually so unorganized." Plus he didn't typically invite people into places that were so...well, broken. Picking up the small notebook and pen he'd left on the stairs, Pollux walked back. The sight of the broken whiskey botten also earning a look of disgust from him. "THAT, isn't my work. I'm much more a wine over dinner person. probably left over from who knows what. But yes-" He held up the note pad. "I can easily jot down some things later for if you stop by. You can also leave lists of things you need me to purchase." He looked at the walls. "Like a cork board."

Throwing the notebook onto the couch he returned to helping pick up some of the larger pieces. "...Thank you. For being willing to help that is."

He chuckled. "I'm related to one of the most powerful senshi yet he probably couldn't navigate his way out of a paper bag, let alone organize. No, I hold all the good genes on that front. I'd say looks as well but that would be far too egotistical, even for me." The bag was getting heavy now, and some of the bigger remnants needed a proper bin rather than a plastic bag.

"But I insist you let me pay you back. It's my building and technically, my medical kit. If more senshi start coming by we can set up some sort of medical fund jar for restocking." He let her do as she pleased, going to the notebook and adding her recommendations down. "Management is key to any successful enterprise. To be frank we lack it. This will be at the very least a small contribution I suppose will aid us...so long as it doesn't end up like the other safe havens we have scattered about. I mean really? The back of a brothel?" Rubbing the back of his head his bangs were coming loose. "I don't enjoy having to constantly retreat to the red light district."

Still he couldn't dismiss their full usefulness in emergencies. If he approved of them or not, Pollux didn't say more on it. He just opened his phone and gave Asclepius a scan. "Pardon. I should have asked. But, thank you." He was much more relaxed now then he was earlier. Motioning to the smaller pile of junk, he walked to the door almost as if readying to open the door for her. It wasn't that he wanted to kick her out, he just was that formal. "I can take it from here. You going to head out for the night?"