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Not very far away, Chrysotile was contemplating much the same thing. He'd found a couple of areas that needed patrolling close to his mom's house, of course, because he wanted to protect her and his little sister from whatever was out there. But he also thought he needed to expand his territory a little bit, just to change things up. Show he was better than the average lieutenant.

He was also contemplating Amphitrite. The corrupted senshi was on his mind a lot lately after their first patrol together. They really seemed to be hitting it off well together, both professionally and personally. She was cute and capable and cute and an asset to the Negaverse and cute… Shaking his head, he muttered softly to himself, "Get a grip." His first priority was duty, not fantasizing about a teal-haired girl.

To get his mind off her, he started thinking about his options within the Negaverse. Here he was, trying to prove himself to be a worthy and productive agent, and he was still in GenOps. He had to start thinking about specialization or he'd never get anywhere within the organization. The most appealing, and the one he seemed to be best at (if his interrogation of that Order freak during the New Years operation was any indication) was Infiltration. SpecOps might be interesting, but he didn't think he was enough of a powerhouse to be a hardcore combat machine. And Intelligence just didn't appeal to him.

Needless to say, it was a bit before the auric signature of an Order agent finally filtered into his mind. He immediately went on guard, looking around for whoever it was. "I know you're out there," he growled. "Show yourself, in the name of the Negaverse."

Chrysotile eyed the approaching senshi with a mixture of wariness and confusion. She clearly wasn't a corrupt like Amphitrite -- she was straight up White Moon. Why wasn't she attacking him? Was this some new Order tactic? He decided he would respond in kind, talk to her a little bit, find out what she was up to and maybe get some information (and some energy, if he played it right) out of her. This would be good practice for the Infiltration branch.

"I'm simply on patrol," he replied, keeping as still as possible so as not to appear threatening. "You've managed to find yourself in my territory. My name is Lieutenant Chrysotile." He took a cautious step toward her, as if she were a skittish feral cat. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Which was only a half-truth. He wouldn't hurt her if she didn't attack first or fight back when he got close enough to gather energy from her.

"I don't blame you for not wanting to trust me," Chrysotile said with a nod and a faint smile, halting his advance as she retreated. "I'm sure you've had your share of negative encounters with my kind."

This Sailor Sinistra girl seemed harmless enough, but he too had had his share of negative encounters with her kind. He wasn't about to trust her right off the bat either. She was one of the enemy, after all, a threat to Earth. But he wasn't about to attack her, not if she might prove useful.

"I promise, though, I really won't hurt you." He held out his hand to her, careful not to advance again and send her scampering. "See? No weapon. I'd just like to talk to you, if that's okay. How did you end up on the side of Order?"

He was always curious as to whether Order knew they were aliens.

Chrysotile wondered briefly what the senshi's head shake meant, then it occurred to him that maybe she hadn't directly encountered as many Negaverse agents as he'd thought she had. That would make her fairly new to the ways of things… and perhaps not as cautious with her responses to him as she should be. He could use this knowledge to his advantage, surely.

The tall lieutenant straightened. "Yes, I chose to join the Negaverse," he answered proudly, thinking back to his rather painful corruption back in Chicago at the hands of his father, General Ruizite. "It was a choice I made gladly." To protect his family and the Earth from the threat the alien Order forces posed, yes, he had indeed made the choice gladly. It had been well worth it. But that was the only answer he'd give her. She didn't need to know the details of his corruption.

Then he thought of something, a new angle to pursue. "So you had no choice in the matter. Did you ever stop to think about that, Sinistra? Does that disturb you any, the knowledge that you were not given any option in joining the White Moon Court?"

Sewing the seeds of doubt in the girl's mind, hopefully...

Well, that hadn't gone quite as Chrysotile had been hoping it would. Sinistra seemed blissfully content with being on the side of Order. Not the least bit of hesitation or doubt in her words at all. He did, at least, get confirmation that she hadn't been in the senshi game for very long at all.

He wondered how much she really knew. He'd have to enlighten her a little.

"Well, that makes sense, I suppose, given that you're an alien. Did you realize that? Yes, you and those like you are aliens." The lieutenant took a step toward her again. "Your home is on another world, isn't it? The world of Sinistra? You're invaders, you and your kind. You say you want to do good in this world. What about your own world?"

Chrysotile shook his head. How could she be so deeply in denial about her true origins? Here she was, all but admitting that Sinistra was the seat of her power in one breath and attempting to claim all she wanted to do was protect Earth in the next. He knew the truth, of course. It was as his father had said: the senshi were all aliens.

"Your heart may be here, but your soul is alien." He took yet another step toward her. "That is why we fight -- to eliminate the threat that those with alien souls pose to the human race." Taking a deep breath, he shook his head again. He had to dial back the fervent desire to destroy her for being a senshi, and bring up more of his psychology training. That would work well in InfOps, he though.

"But, as I said, I have no intention of hurting you," the tall lieutenant told her with a smile he hoped was reassuring, reaching out a long arm to attempt to place a hand on her shoulder. "Not unless you hurt me first. You don't have any plans to hurt me, do you?"

All he needed was to make physical contact, and he would be able to collect energy from her...

Quickly summoning his "weapon," Chrysotile tossed the multi-colored afghan at the rapidly fleeing senshi, in the hopes of entangling her and causing her to stumble and fall. He really wanted to pull energy from her, just enough to make quota and impress his superiors. Not enough to kill her or anything.

The afghan just barely missed.

"s**t." He watched as Sinistra made good her escape, disappearing into the shadows. Taking a few steps, he followed her, then slowed to a stop. He could have easily given chase -- she was scared, he could tell, and was just as likely to trip herself up as get tripped up by him. And with his much longer legs, he probably could have caught her too. But he wasn't feeling much like doing battle, and with her strange witchy outfit there was no telling what kind of magic she had at her disposal.

Retrieving his afghan, he dismissed it and continued on his patrol. Maybe next time they met he'd feel more like fighting. Maybe next time.