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Antiope needed a break.

It was difficult adjusting to having a second persona like a super hero, especially with the odd uniform. She was the Senshi of the Mantis, which clearly meant she had to fight using only one particular style of martial arts. However, the way her sleeves always seemed to cover her hands made it very difficult to do such a thing.

A nearby lamp post had a piece of cloth tied to it, though now it was hanging loose as the green suited senshi was knelt down.

It was somewhat of a make-shift set up in the park, but that canned tea wasn't nearly as good as preparing it herself! Her tea caddy might have just been a tin, and she lacked a tea scoop altogether, but she was still able to make her matcha well enough.

The girl remained in place as she whisked away at the mixture in her tea bowl.

It might not have been the typical scene for a senshi in the park, but Antiope was not the typical senshi.

Perhaps she was engrossed with her current task, but by the time her cup of tea was prepared, someone had asked her about what she was doing.

Certainly, she was a new senshi, so that weird feeling, almost chill tingling down her spine, was something she wasn't adjusted to. It wasn't the first time she had encountered such a feeling, but at the same time, she also hadn't the luxury of having time to notice such a feeling previously.

Her answer was simple enough. "Right now, I am drinking tea." With a brief sip, she finally glanced up to the current company.

Though the girl's uniform was dark, she did not look even remotely strong. With an easy going smile, she added "I could prepare you a cup if you do not mind waiting?"

The way this dark haired girl looked at her didn't bother her. In fact, it was almost as if the senshi was completely oblivious to any suspicion.

The inquiry about attacking only received a brief roll of the shoulders as Antiope took another sip from her cup. "If you attack me, you attack me... if you don't, then you don't! All I know is I am going to keep enjoying my tea until I get back to training!"

With a firm, determined nod, she resumed her break, smile ever present upon her lips.

Setting her own cup aside in the grass, the senshi once more prepared to make a cup of tea. It was fortunate she brought more than one cup.

"Antiope... you can call me Anti if you want... that's what I've been calling myself! I probably won't be making this tea in standard ceremony fashion... but that's okay as long as the tea is good!" With a laugh, she popped open her tin and carefully tilted it over the cup, tapping the edges to get the right amount of the powder into the container.

Once she had the satisfactory amount, she closed the tin and pulled a thermos forward. "Isn't tea great?"

"Mmmm... some thin-style Usucha that I picked up recently..." the senshi easily responded in a hum. She poured the water from the thermos into the cup, careful to not pour too much. Once satisfied with her work, she lifted the thermos again to stop the water flow. After sealing her canister up, she proceeded to start whisking the tea.

She might not have had the flair of the traditional ceremony, but she made it look as if she had practiced the art many times with many cups of tea.

"So... 'Galena' you said? Does anybody call you just 'Gal'...?"

Anti did not really hear the exacts of what Gal had said.

It sounded to her like "Blah bla blah Negaverse bla bla blah blah blah."

Perhaps not a mature way to look at this war, but these sorts of details were not something that the green suited senshi really would dwell on. A deep thinker she was not.

"I thought so!" The girl's lips parted briefly for a confident grin before she tapped the edge of the whisk on the edge of the cup. "There we go! One cup of Matcha, coming up!"

With two floppy sleeves still completely covering up her fingers, she lifted up the cup and offered it to the Lieutenant. "I tend to not have much luck in the friend department... but that's not too bad in all honesty!"

Eager to get back to her own tea, the senshi picked up her own cup and sipped from it, taking in a long breath afterwards, as if to soothe herself.

It would be a lie to say this was the first time she was asked about tea ceremonies. It was a common misconception with new people in her regular daily life.

"I have been known to practice them, but it was never enforced due to heritage or anything. Just something that calms me down and I enjoy. Nothing very formal on my part though..."

She took another sip from her cup and once more she took another stretched out breath after finishing the mouthful of Matcha.

"I'd make a kick butt friend! Oh well! Their loss!" It might have been a depressing subject for some to confess that they had relatively few friends, but Antiope seemed perfectly at ease discussing her own shortcomings in the friend department.

Truth of the matter, it just wasn't that important to her compared to other goals she had.

With her final sip of tea emptying her cup, the green-suited senshi was back on her feet, making her way to the lamp post.

The long cloth (probably a bed sheet) tied around the lamp pole was held up tightly before the girl turned on the balls of her feet to facing her companion again. She made sure to step back so that the cloth was taut.

"Resuming practice! This is typically an exercise that requires 2 people, one to hold the cloth, the other is the one practicing! However, nothing stops me from doing this one-handed!"

With her right hand, she made sure the cloth was taut as she used her left hand to demonstrate. She seemed to thoughtfully adjust the floppy cloth between her fingers. Giving the sleeve a sideway glance (not that it was easy for an observer to tell), she then took in a deep breath before striking out with the adjusted sleeved hand.

The movements were swift and seemingly well practiced as she swiped at the cloth, dragging it down with the most pointed part of the sleeve (where it seemed her fingers were pointing from). The arm seemed to reverse, mirroring the previous motion, only for her to strike at the cloth and hooking onto it from a different angle.

"It is usually smoother when you have two hands, but practice is practice is practice!"