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The Senshi of Shame sat on the roof of a pizza restaurant and surveyed the people below, looking for one face in particular. It was a slightly awkward situation, but she was too stubborn to quit. Pasiphae had no trouble calling for help in times of crisis, happy and eager to turn over a situation to a more experienced person, but when it came reaching out personally... that was entirely different. Even when she had called Kallichore after the Surrounding, it had been to make sure that she was well after a long period of absence, a mixture of her personal regard for the girl and the business of being a Senshi. She had seen Sessrumnir far more recently, since he had been in the Surrounding with her. Also unlike her meeting with Kallichore--Christa, she reminded herself, Christa--Pasiphae did not... quite as comfortable around the older knight. Their relationship was, for lack of a better word, strange.

He teased her. He joked with her. He embarassed her. He fought along side her. He called her Wonder Woman. He caught her when she fell in battle. He helped her escape a burning building. He did not know her true name or face, but she at least knew what he looked like out of uniform. He was older, more sarcastic, but... he never let her down. She deeply believed that, regardless of anything else, he would never let her down. And that... deserved a risk on her part as well. She appreciated him, as confusing as he was, and that needed to be recognized. So, at last she had pushed her anxities aside long enough to attempt to find him. But how? With a fellow Senshi she could simply pull out her phone and call... but she couldn't do that with a knight.

So, now she sat on the roof of the pizza restaurant and waited, pulling her coat tighter around her fuku with one hand and carefully balancing the ribbon-bound package on her lap with the other. If she was lucky, she would see Sessrumnir, either in his everyday identity or powered up. If she wasn't lucky... then she'd just sat in the snow on the roof for no reason.

"Yes, actually... waiting for you," came the quiet response. The words were followed by the Senshi herself, as Pasiphae jumped down from atop the roof. She carefully held the gift box to her chest until she landed, not wanting it to go flying out of her hands and into the gathered snow. Her long coat obscured most of her fuku, but her mask and her demeanor were as obvious as ever. Despite the chill, and the length of time she had been sitting in it, her smile was genuine. "I'm sorry, I don't normally... do things like this. But I didn't know how else to get in contact with you, so... um... this was sort of my only option."

Waiting had been the easy part. Now that the person she had been looking for was actually before her, Pasiphae found her mouth going dry. What was she to say? Merry Christmas, here's the box that I've been sitting here for more than hour holding? Thanks for all that you've done, and I'm really not as terribly creepy as this action seems to make me to be? She settled for clearing her throat and bringing the box into view, "I just... wanted to give you this.

Pasiphae blushed, partially from the cold and partially from the way Michael ushered her towards a more concealed area. She should have thought of the implications, of the potential danger him, in civilian form, being seen talking to her, a Senshi. Not to mention how her energy could potentially draw harm towards an innocent pizza place. She should have. She would in the future, she swore to herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I can return to normal," she stammered, taking the opportunity to do so once she was certain no one had taken any real notice of them to follow where they went or could see them from the street. She had no compunctions about revealing her identity to him, after all they had been through. The coat remained the same, but instead of eye-catching ribbon, pearl, and lace, Penelope Seneca emerged from the fading maroon light back into warm winter pants, snow boots, and a soft sweater. Just a normal, high school girl.

Only when she was in a less conspicous form did she address his questions, her eyes falling as he began to open the box. This situation had been much easier in her head; now that it was becoming reality, her own insecurities and reserved nature were firing against her. "No, not for the pizza. I mean, the pizza was fine, but... but for everything else. For helping me and my friend get out of the fire... for catching me, when I fell up there." She knew she did not have to mention which fire or where "up there" was, although anybody else might find them overly vague. Penelope nervously ran her boot through the snow,her voice softening, "Um... it's not much of a thank you gift, but I thought you'd like it."