He noticed the dark garb she was wearing as she rather acrobatically took herself out of the tree. Encke wasn't concerned, though. This one looked more like that Remarque guy than the usually violent senshi with cracked chests he had run into.
The dark mirror senshi didn't really seem to be a threat.
At being called Mr. Purple, he laughed. "I suppose I am a bit purple. But, well," he tapped his head, grinning in a combination of playfulness and pride at the compliment, "gotta keep my eyes open."
He tilted his head. "So why were you hanging out in a tree?"