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Lieutenant Paracelsian was getting used to doing the Negaverse's grunt work. Most of the time, that meant meeting energy quotas. All things considered, he thought he did that quite well. A lot of the time it was as simple as getting the drop on people and getting at least a quick grab in. He would often let those he drained go after a certain point and maintain at least a pretense of cordiality as he went along. A quick "thank you for your contribution" seemed to smooth things over (or at least confuse people enough to let him off the hook), and so he would end up meeting his quota on time. Surely that had to be worth something.

Generally, he avoided confrontation on his nightly excursions. So when he felt a twinkling bright aura somewhere in the distance, he swallowed nervously. There was bound to be an altercation that he wasn't entirely sure how to handle. Perhaps if he just went about his business, the Order senshi on the other end of that aura would go about theirs. It wasn't likely, but maybe if he just kept walking, he'd make it out without a fight.

No, this one didn't leave well enough alone. Indeed, the senshi approached Paracelsian and threatened to kick his teeth in. He pursed his lips (not visible behind his mask, of course) as he tried to figure out what to do next. "Kari? Hmm. I'd say nice to meet you, but you don't seem up for niceties right now." He held his hands up as he came closer to show he was unarmed (not that his tube of toothpaste really counted, no matter how sharp the corners were). "I'll be frank. I'm almost done for the night. I think that, if I got one more person to donate, I'd be set, and I wouldn't have to bother anyone else." Though he was being truthful, he briefly considered deceiving the senshi and topping off his wad of energy with a little extra. After that, another idea popped into his head. "You senshi are supposed to protect people, aren't you? If you gave me your energy, I wouldn't have to bother a civilian for it."

"Sometimes I do, and sometimes people agree with no trouble at all. Other times I need to be a bit stealthier. A n** here, a little grab there, just a bit skimmed off the top. It's not as efficient, but on busy nights it gets the job done without raising a fuss." When Paracelsian heard the senshi's willingness to donate her energy, he raised an eyebrow. "As much as I want? That's a dangerous proposition. According to policy, I should drain you dry and leave you unconscious here. Actually, according to policy, I should pull your starseed right out of your chest and be done with it. Do you know what your starseed is?" Not waiting to hear Kari's answer, he continued. "It's basically your soul in a crystal. My superiors would commend me for showing them proof that I've neutralized another threat. It's a tempting proposition, really."

Paracelsian sighed into his mask and looked around. "Hmmmm. Well... I don't think I can punish you for your generosity. I'll be careful this time." Honestly, he didn't feel a significant amount of animosity towards this senshi, but business was business. He was going to have to do something to her, or he wouldn't be doing his job. "You don't have to do anything special. Just hold still." Cautiously, he stepped forward, reaching to put a hand on her shoulder.

"No, it won't hurt. You will feel woozy, but I won't let you pass out. It's probably less painful than donating blood. No needles is a plus, I'd say." The request for a name gave Paracelsian pause. Revealing his name had pros and cons. It would make him easier to track down, which could be bad if Kari decided to sic a stronger senshi on him, but if she wanted to contribute again, it might have an upside. Then again, giving his name might earn him a bit more trust, which had its own benefits. He could make a potential informant out of her, maybe. And what could she do with just a name and a face? In the end, he decided to humor her. "Paracelsian," he said. "Lieutenant Paracelsian."

Slowly, he put his right hand on Kari's left shoulder. "Here we go. It shouldn't take too long." He sucked in a breath and focused on draining. A purple orb began to form near the Lieutenant, growing larger with each passing second. He showed no signs of letting go just yet.

"Para works. Maybe Parry too," Paracelsian said, thinking that a shorter alternative would be helpful for a soon to be exhausted senshi. He nodded when Kari reported feeling woozy. "That sounds about right. You're going to feel tired and woozy for a little longer. But I will not let you pass out." He put a careful emphasis on the last sentence, and he intended to keep his word. The growth of the purple orb was starting to slow, and he had the feeling that he was going to cap it off soon. A few more moments passed, and he released Kari's shoulder, quickly moving to shove the energy orb into subspace. The energy disappeared into the phantom pocket, where it would wait to be turned in (rather patiently for something that couldn't be patient).

Though he had released Kari's shoulder, Paracelsian kept his hands near her in case she started to stumble or fall. It happened sometimes, and since he had been polite to her so far, he might as well continue being that way.

"I'm not a platy-" Before Paracelsian could object, Kari fell onto him, sending him crashing to the ground. He was deeply thankful that he couldn't feel any other auras around; this positioning would definitely be difficult to explain to his superiors. Once he got his bearings again, he sighed. "Uh... thanks?" 'Comfortable' was not an adjective he expected to be applied to him. "It's not a good idea for you to take a nap on me. It'd be difficult for both of us to explain. How about I just find you a bench?" He struggled to get up, trying to pull Kari up with him in the hopes of being able to drag her somewhere else.