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Evening offs were never "off" anymore.

Instead of spending hours saving lives, she was spending hours siphoning them, picking her victims and stealing what energy she could from them without leaving traces of herself behind. Her options tonight were limited - she was hoping to make it home in time to get some cookies ready for her shift the following evening. Fat Tuesday was soon upon them, so she'd gone out earlier and purchased some happy greens, purples and yellows to decorate the sugar cookies with - if she managed to find the time.

As much as she enjoyed the idea of excelling in her new position, it was absolutely murdering her time off from the hospital.

Arms fell to hug against her hips as she made her way into the park - perhaps there could be a dozing hobo or two that would be easy targets for this week's quota?

Eyes darted to the side as she felt a presence similar to her own, but stronger. It wasn't like the painful twinges she got in the back of her mind when around the Order - this aura was almost a comfort, an assurance that Chaos was with her and not a member of the opposing faction. Angelite recalled the pink haired brat that had attacked her in the park earlier that month, so it was a reassurance to have another comrade nearby than someone she'd be forced to fight once more.

The greeting was extended, further proving to be a good sign. Friendly company made for a better run-in than some of the other, ominous figures she'd met in the Negaspace.

"Good evening." Arms relaxing at her side, she turned to greet the Captain head-on. Did Captains demand recognition for their position? Perhaps she'd better play it safe and be respectful. "I wasn't aware someone else was in this part of the city tonight. Would you prefer I left you alone, Captain?"

Her head nodded at the introduction before a smile broke across her face. "I would be happy for the company too. I'm Angelite."

It didn't phase her that he appeared younger than her - they all were, it seemed. Through the various interactions she'd had so far in the Negaverse, there had been maybe one that had come close to her own age - her General. But it was nice that this young man seemed more gentlemanly than most. He wasn't bouncing around the place, determined to display his dominance or power for the sake of impressing another agent or for the simple side effect of possessing too much testosterone.

Her heels resumed their walk into the park, blue eyes glancing back in the Captain's direction with the intent of beckoning him to follow. "I haven't been around terribly long - still getting accustomed to the obligations that come with our service. May I ask how long you've been enlisted?"

Enlisted? Was that the right word?

It was still odd, thinking of herself as part of an army - though boot camp aside, that's pretty much what they'd all been thrown into. An army that fought for the dominance of a world, with the intentions of making it a new one. A better one.

"A bit under a year, myself."

It didn't bother her that she was under his rank, knowing full well that she was still biding her time and working her way through the system. Learning was key - she'd been an intern before, she knew the drill. Once you felt comfortable in your position, then you began your climb through the ranks, clutching to each rung until you'd managed to reach the top. Hands fell into her pockets, fingers entwining with the useless stethoscope that was supposed to be a weapon. Absurd.

"My General tends to be a little more lax with his approach, so I'm venturing out to do a little research on my own. Got to spread my own wings out and learn to fly, right?"

This was followed by a chuckle as she continued on at a leisurely pace. To any other person who might have been in the area, they looked like a couple, just casually walking around the park at dusk. Harmless.

Eyes continued to scan the park, noting a slumped over body by one of the benches in the distance. Bingo. One hand moved out to gesture towards the homeless man, silently expressing her target to her temporary partner. If the gentleman had eaten that evening, he'd probably provide a decent amount of energy for both individuals while remaining none the wiser, maybe a bit extra tired.

"With time, I hope to accomplish a lot with the opportunity we've been given."

She looked at him curiously. "So why did you agree to join, if you weren't sure of your decision?"

Subtly was nice and all, but sugarcoating situations was for children and the elderly. They all had a job to do to ensure the well-oiled machine otherwise known as the Negaverse was running smoothly, so when one of the cogs and screws began to question its purpose... well, that posed a problem as far as the machine's competency was concerned.

"I would like to be more effective through other means than just...hand to hand combat." Her nose wrinkled up as her face gave away her disgust. Angelite was not a physical fighter - she preferred using her brain and coming up with schemes. Who had the time to trade blows with a magical person who could probably blow them away with a spell, anyways?

Her voice lowered as they neared the gentleman stretched out across the bench. "But as far as our duties go - I appreciate what the Negaverse is trying to accomplish. It took some time, but I can see the bigger picture now and want to help the program get to that point. We need someone with control - someone who can keep the rest of the system in line instead of the chaotic nonsense it's fallen into."

Didn't join willingly?

The comment took her by surprise, her face giving away the temporary bout of confusion. How could it be that someone would forcibly place a person in such a position? How could loyalty be formed when one wasn't given the opportunity to even agree on being inducted into an organization like theirs?

He was quick to followup the statement with an assurance of his loyalty, though it puzzled her why he would be so defensive. Did he expect that she would snitch? Was she that disconcerting to be around? Was it her age or her serious appearance that was unsettling to him?

Solemnity fled her face as he expressed frustration over his purpose, the smile returning to play with the sides of her mouth. "Isn't that always the case, though? Negaverse or not, we've always been stumped with that question - what is our purpose, our point here on Earth?"

The homeless man shifted for a moment, his drunken sleep now restless thanks to the jabbering couple near him. He would be sleeping hard and peacefully once Angelite was through with him, however.

"Our purpose is what we make of it. Yes, we're here to do a job, but if we do it right, we can also benefit from it, ourselves. Don't worry so much about the fine details - isn't satisfaction the end goal for everything, anyways?"

One gloved hand reached out to gently touch the man's dirty forearm and a golden glow appeared in her open palm almost instantly. The globe grew larger the longer she held the man's arm, the hobo's restless nature soon calming down as the man's energy continued to dissipate from his body into the Lieutenant's hand.

As the first energy orb gained impressive in size, she reached over and plucked it from her other hand, offering it up to the Captain as she continued to drain the sleeping man.

"I agree," She finally said in response to his last statement. "Organization is key - the others just don't understand it yet."

Glancing up at him, she offered him a smile. "It's nice to be in the company of those who think likewise."

"Maybe that's your purpose, then?"

She turned back to continue the draining, eyeing the second orb. There might be a third orb for them without doing too much damage to the older gentleman, but would she risk it?

Pulling the second orb away and pocketing it into her uniform, she used her newly freed hand to press against the man's wrist, feeling for his heartbeat as she began the third orb. Her fingers pressed deep, eyes focused on her job while her mind remained on their conversation. "Maybe that's why you're here, brought in on a whim but with the potential of helping reorganize things. Train the younger members - fill them in with information you never received when you started."

The orb wasn't growing nearly as fast as the previous two, and with his slowing pulse she knew they were at an end for their draining. Straightening her legs up, she brushed the wrinkles out of the lower half of her dress before turning back toward the Captain. Giving him a wink, she playfully tossed the half-sized orb in his direction. "He who can, does; he who cannot, teaches. Right?"

Taking a step closer, she brushed next to him as she passed by. It was time for them to make an exit, before an unsavory aura had the chance to figure out what they were up to. "But speaking seriously, not everyone is going to be a fighter. So why not take the passive route and help instruct? Maybe use some of those doctor skills of yours and mend the broken system?"

She nodded as he explained his thoughts, silently agreeing with most everything he was saying. It was true - there were several Lieutenants out there that even made Angelite cringe. While she was all for increasing their ranks, some of the options that the Generals chose... well, they were more wild cards than anything else, really.

"It sounds as if you've already put a lot on your plate - school on top of everything else." One hand gestured out, figuratively enveloping their current situation. "No wonder you're so stressed out about all of this."

She wasn't sure if stressed was the best word for his situation. Overwhelming, at the very least - she'd probably be questioning everything, herself, if she were back in nursing school and suddenly faced with an entire new set of responsibilities - especially knowing that they impacted the world as they knew it.

Thoughts flickered back to memories of Jack's residency, but the woman shook the pesky, bittersweet nostalgia away. "Well, if you're ever in need of someone to hash out some ideas with, I'm usually available. With cookies, no less."

Her bright smile had returned and she tilted her head, allowing her hair to fall down against her neck. "It would give me an excuse to try out a new recipe or two. That is, if it's not an inappropriate offer to make to a Captain I've just met...?"

She gave him a playful look as she began to slowly walk backwards towards the direction of the park's exit. A glimmer of an Order aura had appeared in the distance and she was eager to leave. A night without a confrontation would be a good one - but one that involved making a new acquaintance was even better.