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She'd been shown a proper circuit around Destiny City - maybe once. Cerissé Belcourt had done similar paces in what bare free time she allowed herself in the same rounds, trying to keep in mind what Jade (Marcasite, it was a strange distinction to keep) had said about it all. Still, she didn't like finding herself unprepared - and Cerissé no, Tantalite had become determined to fix it. Even if it made her feel like a fool.

She hated feeling like a fool.

And what was she supposed to do with this? Tantalite paused in her paces to regard the '''''weapon''''' in her hands. As a violinist, the bow felt wrong in her hands as she regarded the bowstrings, wanting nothing more than to needle at it in the same way she did the strings of her violin, or even the actual bow she played it with.

Frankly, holding it in any which way one would a weapon would cement but a single thought: She hadn't even had so much as a cat fight to her name to put a sense of battle into her.

It was a thought that lingered as she continued along, making certain to keep out of the obvious light and trying to at least keep her wits about her to keep from being snuck up on.

In her surprise, Tantalite spun around so quickly that if she hadn't pulled the bow into her chest, she likely would have thwacked the other Lieutenant with it. For a few delicious moments, he'd get to see the look of surprise on her face before she managed to smooth everything into place and regain her composure. She didn't answer immediately, turning the bow over in her hand as she regarded him.

Well, she'd guess him to be somewhat on her side of the court, at least.

"Of course," she stated, her tone prim and proper as she seemed to make herself out to be at any given time. "And by my own guesses," her green eyes trailed pointedly to the watch he played with in his hand, "that there's no white rabbit to be found in your company?" Because she wasn't about to ask if he was late for a very important date.

"Mmm, they do have a tendency for being late," she agreed, easing a bit. "So a very busy cat," she braved the slightest smile, amused by the foray into Wonderland puns. Not usually how she went about her evening, yet he looked so much the part.

As Uvarovite was spelt wrong 6 different times by Pach bowed, Tantalite offered a slight curtsy of her own. "Very nice to meet you, I'm Tantalite." Hooooo, she was glad she'd gotten the right name out of her mouth. Would have been awkward to straight up flub into 'Hi, I'm Cerissé, whoops, I mean heck.' situation. "Patrolling, or on the hunt?" she inquired.

"Ah, but there's something special about a cat making time for you," she chuckled lightly, though really she'd never really had a soft spot in her heart for any animal. Perhaps she simply hadn't the right interaction to feel it.

She regarded the starseed as he showed it to her, brows raising slightly before she nodded, slowly. "Well, you've certainly had a productive evening thus far," It had been far more productive than hers had been - but hers had also just begun. "I can't say it isn't a nice evening to be out for a walk - assuming certain meddlers stay out of your hair, of course."

Where the Negaverse liked to play, the Senshi certainly had a way of showing up to ruin the fun.

"Or not stick around for any time worth enjoying," felines were fickle, after all and often left just as quickly as they showed up. Walk-bys or something.

"Well, hearing the night is so free makes it sound like there's a lot of fun to be had," it was strange to think of something besides playing her violin as being fun. She'd absorbed so much of her life into it, that before Tantalite...well, she'd never have been the sort to romp through the night like a little miscreant.

"On an adventure or off to somewhere in particular?"

"Ah, off to an evening's respite." She was almost jealous. However, being young and new, it took a bit for her to feel as though she had ever earned such a thing. "I'll be off to continue my rounds until I find trouble or trouble finds me. Whichever comes first," though frankly, she would have preferred neither. Just because she was out for mischief didn't mean she was exactly keen on a fight.

"That said, I hope your travel back home is meddler-free."

Ah, a little poetic, wasn't it?

"Well, I can't say I've been down that far, but maybe I will." Which was a whimsical thought she most definitely wouldn't follow up on for absolutely no reason. He hadn't been that charming, after all. "Be safe, perhaps another night."

She still had some patrolling to do and frankly - some nice ol' starseeds to collect to her own name.