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Super Sailor Pasiphae was currently crinkling her nose in a clear sign of disgust, one that many would be surprised to see her wear. Was she looking at a fight that she would have to jump into? Was she commenting on the cruelty of the war that she still found herself in? Was she being forced to tackle a giant youma made of garbage or some disgusting fluid?

No--the cause of her disgust was far more pedestrian. She was right next to one of Destiny City's more famous burger restaurants, and the smell was making her feel a little ill. Penelope did not know why she could not stomach either the smell or the taste of beef, a meat that most found a delicacy and a treat. It was not a matter of texture or of fat; she hated filet mignon as much as she did ground beef, which she hated as much as she did beef jerky.

The french fry smell that rose above the beefy smells, though? That made her stomach rumble slightly as she continued to walk by, intent on finishing her patrol. She felt Chaotic energy... somewhere, and it was probably going to be hard to find the source while trying to remain unseen on the roof tops.

Well, that explained the Chaos energy that she was sensing. Although she was still a buliding away, Pasiphae recognized the Negaverser in ninja garb immediately. The clothes were, of course, a dead giveaway, but just as tell-tale was his ramblings, very similiar to the only half-sensical things he had said when she and Tsui had fought him. All the same... he didn't seem to be attacking anyone. Other Senshi would chide her for her hesitation, but the Shame Senshi had never been the kind to start a fight, even after the two major battles in which she had participated. There was something a little off about this lieutenant, and she did still have more power than him even without another Order aligned ally present. To go in, fists first, would seem... cruel.

"Um... maybe they got scared because you were hanging down over the drivethru window?" She offered as she leapt the distance between them. Her heeled boots clacked against the rooftop as she landed, but she made no movement to attack or to raise her shield. No, the black-haired teen took up the least intimidating position she could think of--placing her hands in front of her, at the level of her lap. "Especially with the mask, they might think you're a burglar?"

'Feel bad shield of doom and pain?' Pasiphae thought to herself, letting him get through his speech. She had never thought of her shield as anything like that--merely as a way to protect others, or to be of help to her allies. The 'feeling bad' part especially made her wonder if the feelings of shame she experienced from touching her shield in her dream... was actually a reality? She doubted that her enemy would be willing to tell her, one way or the other, more than the ninja did.

"No, I'm not... I won't call the shield, not unless you force me to," she reassured him, unable to keep from staring guiltily at the bruise on his face. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, at all, that they were all humans but that only those of Order seemed to feel guilt. She didn't want to hurt anyone, much less kill, and even as she berated herself for not avenging those that had fallen... she couldn't believe that lashing out without provacation was the way. Protection, salvation... they had to be possible, right? ... right?

She nervously brushed some of her thick hair behind her ears, the beaded detail of her mask and her earrings moving in the process. As she listened to his plight, she had to offer a solution, her voice curious even if it was soft, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to look at you like anything. But, if you have a coupon, why not use it inside? Why the drive thru?"

Pasiphae was torn between guilt and confusion. Guilt because of the bruise on the ninja's jaw, and confusion because she couldn't... quite follow whathe was saying. "Evil friend of Punch Me in the Face Please" had to be Tsui, and if so... then he seemed to be indicating that he didn't want to fight either. Well, that was some kind of relief as she reaffirmed, "I won't... throw the first punch, Mr. Ninja, but I'm afraid I don't... know your name. I'm Pasiphae." Just her name, not her rank. He didn't need to know -that- much about her, but the name couldn't hurt to give.

When he pulled out the coupon, she openly stared. Experiences with Mr. Ninja, she was finding, were... not quite what she was used to, in regards to interactions with the enemy. An invitation to dinner? What was this... some weird date? "I'm afraid I don't... like burgers. I only come here for the fries. Are you... suggesting we do in together? Won't... you get in trouble?"

"Bazzite," she acknowledged the receipt of the name with a nod of her head. No, she couldn't honestly say it was nice to meet him. No, she was not going to give him a nickname. It would only make things harder if... if they got sucked back into the conflict that the two were, at least for now, willing to put on hold. Still, she couldn't help the tiniest bit of a smile rising to her face when he began to justify himself. If only she could reach him... but if 'Beni' was short for 'Benitoite,' then she would already be too late. One mention of her name and she'd likely never see the ninja again as anything but any enemy. Her failure. Her fault. All she could do now was try and mitigate the damage already done. "Believe me, I sympathize with the parents finding out. If you, um... don't mind make up, concealer would probably cover at least some of it. And... and I won't tell anyone. You have my word." Not that the discrete girl was a gossip anyway, and perhaps he wouldn't even accept her word, but she gave it all the same.

"I don't know if I'll have any better luck," the Shame Senshi sighed, twisting a strand of her thick hair between her fingers. Chaos had painted her and her ilk as terrorists, after all. She wouldn't blame them for being scared, even if it pained her to be met with such a reception. Still... in all of Destiny City, there had to be someone who would either take the Senshi side or at least be morbidly curious enough to interact with them. ... right?

"We'll both go inside," Pasiphae replied after a moment's consideration. "That should be a little more... normal." An awkward way to phrase it, perhaps, but the truth. No one was supposed to walk through the drive through, not even forces of Order or Chaos, she was fairly certain. "If nothing else, we'll leave the money and the coupon on the counter by the register. That should do something to explain the situation."

She jumped down from the roof to do just that, and the door that she swung open she immediately closed to avoid the strawberry milkshake thrown in that direction. Well, if there was someone who wouldn't be afraid of her... it clearly wasn't the staff of Jolly Burger. (Although, in fairness, they were already spooked by the sudden Drive-Thru Ninja to begin with, so she was sharing the blame squarely with Bazzite on that one.)

For a brief moment, Pasiphae thought that the ninja had hit on a good idea when he plastered the coupon to the glass door. She delicately moved out of the way to allow him better access, folding her hands into her lap and waiting to see how it would play out. Surely they would be able to see it and, well, maybe that plus the more action would--

And then the vanilla milkshake splattered against the door, and she turned her head to try and discuss the matter. Maybe he had been right to try and go through the drive thru after all, but even as the Super Senshi did so she saw him doing something with his hands. Curious, she tilted her head and watched as the paper was deftly combined with a straw to form a little flag and then he was saying her name and was he seriously going in there when they were still throwing food?!

Well, she certainly couldn't let him go in alone! Pasiphae slid through the open door and managed to avoid pink and white milkshake as it closed. Then it was an obstacle course of hideous beef that was so squishy and greasy and gross! She thought about calling on her shield, but given the recent battle? That was likely to scare off her Negaverse companion. Not to mention spook the poor fast food workers even more. So instead she ducked and dodged the projectiles thrown her way, eventually sliding under a table.

"He-he's telling the truth! We'd just like to give you some patronage!" The Shame Senshi moved to where she was on her knees, her gloved hands raising in the classical gesture of surrender. "Once we pay, we'll take the food and leave!"

The Shame Senshi wasn't sure how things would go after she and Bazzite made their dual appeal for food, but the worker's agreement to serve them made her noticeably relieved. She couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at the ninja's enthusiasm as he came out and confidently made his order. She took advantage of his becoming the center of attention once again to get out from under the table. It was hard to believe that so much white fuku could go untouched by at least a little of the projectiles thrown at them, but luckily for her, the worker was better at taking orders than throwing.

She was brushing off her skirt when she was addressed. Pasiphae gave the worker her warmest smile and her politest voice in response. She was naturally kind anyway, but now... well, now she had to take this one, small chance to show that she and her allies weren't terrorists. Which was... ironic, considering she was doing it in the company of a force of Chaos, but that fact only made her a little uncomfortable. As she had said often enough, they were human too. Just... ones that needed to be saved. "No thank you, sir. I'll be sharing some of the extra fries. But if it's not too much trouble, could we have some extra napkins?"

Pasiphae heard the commotion too, and although Bazzite seemed immune to being called a terrorist, it made her rub her arm nervously. No matter how hard it was, she had to make a good impression. She had to! Even if she wasn't the best representative for her side, she was currently the only one there. She nodded whenever Bazzite suggested eating outside, "Yes... that would likely be for the best." Before she left, however, she turned back to the now hiding staff and called out as brightly as she could manage, "Thank you very much! I'm sorry for all the trouble."

As she turned to leave, the commentary started again.

"Dude, check out that chick's RACK! Think I can snap a pic?

"Dude, no way! They'll totally find your Facebook page, and then they'll come after you!"

"Oh, bro, you're right. Thanks for saving my life."

"Thank you, Bazzite." It felt... odd to be so cordial to a Negaverse lieutenant. It was something she had often thought about, had often wanted, and it didn't feel WRONG persay. Just... odd. Pasiphae didn't really have the heart to tell Bazzite that she assumed they gave them extra fries because they were terrified they'd come back if they hadn't had enough. Besides, they did smell great, and her stomach rumbled slightly in response. Just had to get to the roof, or to somewhere else safe, and then they could eat. It would be the strangest picnic she ever attended. She held out her hands towards the ninja, asking softly, "Shall I carry some of that?"