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Romulus had taken to her new life as a member of the Dark Mirror Court as well as the next young, headstrong teen with a wavering sense of duty and obligation. She was grateful, certainly, in what Remarque had done for her, what he'd given her, but gratuity could only really stretch so far. She did as she was bid, heading out with every intention of filling the energy quotas set out for her, but it wasn't that unusual for her to find herself distracted by one thing or another.

In this particular instance, a construction sight. These, along with abandoned buildings, were among her favorite haunts. So much to explore, so many opportunities to leave her mark. Vandalism, they called, but she considered it art.

Granted, Caspien had always been so much better at it.

She paused as she felt it, a strong chaotic aura, and it made her set the spray paint she'd found down, edging quietly out from beneath the protective plastic the covered the more completed bits of the second floor. At first she didn't see the other woman standing at ground level, but a more thorough search(and the call of a voice) turned her in the right direction. "Hello?"

Romulus watched the other senshi with the same sort of wary unease that any young delinquent might show, having been discovered doing something they shouldn't. Even as Acubens spoke, introducing herself, the look lingered. Melting only at the awkward shifting.

"Romulus, of craters," she provided after a quiet moment, sinking down to crouch at the end of the steal girder she'd been standing on. Remarque had said there were more, a whole court she would come to call her family. She'd believed him, though that has been easy given the circumstances. It was harder to do so now, though the younger woman seemed open to the possibilities.

She was used to having no one but her twin and their mother, and even the latter took a slightly less hands in approach to their raising. An unconventional parent.

Instead of focusing on the irony and obviousness of the question aimed up at her, Rommy smiled down at the eternal. "All the fun things happen at night." Which, she was well aware, wasn't strictly true, but it was an appropriate response, and she and her brother were prone to troublemaking by moonlight.

Dropping down to ground level was easy. A little urban gymnastics on the scaffolding, and she landed with a soft thud on the packed earth not far from the eternal. "Not here specifically, no." To her, or her brother, the reasoning for that was obvious, but Acubens didn't strike her as the troublemaking sort. "You can't keep hitting the same place, security or the cops get wise to it. Makes it too much a hassle."

It was why they explored far and wide, leaving no stone unturned. You just never knew what sort of trove you might find in the darker corners of big cities. Destiny City was very big indeed.

"So you're a part of the Dark Mirror too? Did you walk through the mirror?" She wasn't yet aware of corruption out of the white moon, of any other methods of awakening. "Do you know Remarque?"

Romulous folded her arms, hip jutting to one side to rest against a stack of plaster bags, her head tilted gently to one side in interest. She hadn't met any anyone else yet, not outside their court, or in. It left her very curious. Acubens seemed willing to answer her questions though, awkward or not.

"Counterpart," she repeated. "So a princess? Are they a thing?" And at this she'd lift one hand, holding up two fingers and wiggling them to show her meaning.

"How many of us are there?" She'd meant to ask Remarque. The question had been there, but it'd gotten lost in the wake of other questions, as well as the rush of new found powers.

Bright eyes widened at the number. She'd suspected it would be low, but not that low. it shown light on why she'd not met another one up to this point, if there were only eight of them. "And the other people, the ones that aren't dark mirror." Her lips twitched thoughtfully. "How many are there of them?"

Well that hadn't been what she'd asked, but Romulous supposed the answer worked, regardless. She gave a small hum of acknowledgement, hands dropping to rest at the backs of her hips. It all seemed terribly idealistic, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it left the rebel with a desire to seek out some of the others in their court, find out what they had to say on the matter. Maybe Remarque himself, he had been very forthcoming with information when they'd first met.

Or maybe this Leto characters. Princess?

Baby blues had flicked off into the darkness of the empty construction site, but they snapped back as Acubens moved closer, and dark brows arched subtly. "Bit of a long way to go, then, is what you're saying?"

Romulous wasn't looking for comfort, so much as she had been seeking answers, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate what Acubens was trying to do. She supposed, in the abstract, that the knowledge of just how small their court was in the grand scheme of things could be scary or overwhelming. To Rommy it wasn't. Maybe she just couldn't grasp the magnitude of it, or maybe it didn't matter to her. She tended to take things in stride, digesting information as it was given, and not over thinking it.

She made another few soft hums of acknowledgement at the other girl spoke, nodding here and there. It was all good to know, all good advise, and the teen was inclined to take it, though she'd already been planning to seek out the rest of her court anyways.

But again, sometimes the message was as much for the person giving it, as it was for the person receiving it. Acubens wanted to help, so Romulous would let her.

"So I know I can't reveal what I am to my brother." She'd asked, and had been disappointed with the answer, but respected it. It would put him in danger, and she didn't want that. "But what about the rest of our court? What about anyone else?" It wasn't about bragging. She just felt it might be nice to have other's around in her normal day to day life that knew the secondary life she was living.