Samsonite followed the Order signature some time. While the signature didn't draw close, Samsonite didn't run. The distance was held in equilibrium between them, a sense of waiting as they moved. It was a dance, a hunt, and curiousity all in one, and after several minutes, Samsonite had grown to enjoy the game.

She'd still not gotten involved much with the war -- her superiours msy be unhappy, but her kid sister and students needed her. So did half the cute people in Destiny City -- but tonight she had nowhere to be, and the lieutenant was out to get quota. Well, had beenj until sensing order. Drawing energy near them seemed like a BAD idea, and as sucfh she was happy to observe them - especially after getting the two corrupt senshi away from some order senshi., And so many questions because of that little knight - what was a starseed? Was it food? Did you eat it? She heard some agents did. Otherts seemed to think it r e p u l s i v e. Maybe it was a drug? Yeah, likely drugs. Samsonite shrugged, then blinked. The order signature had moved as she'd gotten lost thinking back again, and the Lieutenant only had a moment before a black, white, and blue paqge landed in front of her.

For a moment, Samsonite could mistake her for an agent, if not for her aura and...

...

"Hello, you look like a raver." Samsonite drawled. The mercury page blinked b3ehind her visor, and ultimqately sputtered.

"Seriously?"

Cordoba had been surprised when the chaos signature appeared, but it seemed only to pace, as if observing, and upon finishing patrol, Cordoba had turned to contront it. She wasn't keen on being followed, and worried it might be an agent trying to kill her - but what she saw made no sense at all.

The agent looked more surprised, then angry, and called her a... a... RAVER?!

"The correct term is cyberpunk. Why are yiou following me?" Cordoba crossed her arms, one brow raising as Samsonite blinked, head tilting.

"Curiousity... I don't see ya'll often. I thought order uniforms were brighter?" Samsonite blinked, Cordoba grimacing.

"Yes yes I look like an agent but I'm not missy. I'm a cyberpunk." Kes huffed, eyes rolling, and Samsdonite blinked, nodding.

"Makes sense, then. Lieutenant Samsonite dollface. You?"

Cordoba blinked, staring before Samsonite offered a handshake, and slowly the page accepted.

"...Cordoba." She said, tone leery. Samsonite beamed, curtsying, skirt or no.

"A pleasure dear! So what are you doing?"

"Uh... Patrolling...?"

"For?" Samsonite beamed on, Cordoba staring.

"...Trouble." The page saiud, staring.

"Oooohhh. That's ghood! So like. Criminals?" Samsonite was not giving up, the lieutenant beaming and sitting, smiling to the girl happily. Cordoba stared, wondering if this lieutenant was... Serious? Joking? However the grin on her face said she was, in fact, serious, and Cordoba decided to go with the question. No need to mention it was for chaos agents causing trouble.

"Yeah." Cordoba agreed slowly. "Nothing... Big?"

"Can I come along?" Samsonite perked, almost bouncing. "I can weaken them if you take them to proper authorities!"

At that, Cordoba made an anxious face, blinking at her. Did she plan to -- but then again, it kept things out of trouble areas... Like... She could make sure this agent didn't kill anyone! Or anything bad!...Yeah! That could work, right? Right.

"Sure, if you want." Cordoba shrugged, Samsonite beaming and clapping.

"Wonderful! Let's go!" And as suddenly as the conversation began, Samsonite grabbed her hand, leading Cordoba to patrol the area. Truly, a good day for Samsonite!