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The captain felt the blaze of order energy a moment before he heard the woman's voice calling out to him and he smiled at her choice of accusations before heading towards that becomes, rather than away—the latter being the wiser option. She was stronger than him, he could feel that much, but didn't know what she was until he got close enough to spot her sitting up on the rail of parking garage a block from where he'd powered up in the shadows.

"Skulking?" He sounded amused, pale eyes narrowing up at her. "From the one looking like some bird of prey?" Niss snorted softly, arms coming up to cross over his chest, the glowing bauble on one wrist stark against the black of his shirt in dim evening.

She was a senshi's, eternal by the feel of her and white wings at the small of her back. There were glowing markings on her brow and arms that he couldn't make out from where he stood, and wouldn't have understood regardless, because he had no idea about transcendence or what it meant.

The captain snorted softly. "Seagulls are opportunistic bullies that'll steal snatch whatever they please right out of your hand." That she mentioned them at all had to be significant. Her sphere perhaps, or some other personal relation he was thus far unaware of. Time would tell, or it wouldn't. Nissonite wasn't bothered either way.

Something seemed to have sparked a change in the woman, and her otherwise pleasant demeanor seemed to shift, tension levels rising. He wasn't quite sure what could have caused the shift until he caught sight of the soft blue glow of the bauble in her hand as she made quite the show of attaching it to the sash tied around her slender waist.

It had the captain unfolding his arms so he could hold up the wrist his own never-go-out dangled from, pale eyes dropping to mysterious little trinket before rising again to meet the senshi's. "I don't actually know. I'm told I used to be a squire of Mercury, but I have no memories of that." He let his arm lower again, wanting to be ready to summon his weapon should the tension mounting reach a crescendo.

"But you know where they come from, don't you?" His head tipped, brows arched and expression hungry. He'd been wondering about the bauble for ages now, but no one he'd talked to could tell him anything about it.

Her sphere then, he decided, as she referred to herself as a gull. If not the animal itself than something to do with them. It was still a guess, but Nissonite was sure enough of it now to use it as a basis for reference later when he checked the database for her, or entered her himself if there was no record. But regardless, that was neither here nor there.

He kept quiet as she held a hand up to indicate he should wait, and was not disappointed as she continued on. There was a considerable amount of pity, worry over his well being, and suspicion.

"I don't remember. I don't remember ever being a knight or anything leading up to being corrupted." It came with a shrug, as if that meant nothing to him. How could he miss what he had no memories of being?

What he did miss was his family, his little brother. He'd had to say goodbye to them when he'd walked away from being Axton Finch. That still hurt a little, but he had Rory, and he had Desdemona, and he was slowly making new acquaintances again now that he was settled into his life again.

"So it's a knight named Babylon?" Even if the senshi told him nothing else, he had a name now. A point of reference. Perhaps he'd find an entry on the man in the database when he checked later. A little smile pulled at the captain's lips as he glanced down at the never-go-out on his wrist.

He snorted back up at her as his teeth flashed in a wide grin. "A name is more than I had before I crossed path's with you, sweetheart, and knowledge is power." He wanted to know what the bauble was, where it came from, and now he hand that information. It was enough for him, at least for the moment. The only part of his past he held any lingering longing for was the part that included his family, and they were safer with him out of the picture.

Pale eyes widened a touch as she offered up a plethora of personal information and he mentally filed it all away to report back to his general later. She seemed to think the rest of the organization would care, and he was inclined to believe that, even if he wasn't entirely sure what the Dark Mirror Court was. Senshis, he know that much, but he hadn't run into one of them.

Her feral grin was met with his cheerful one, head tilting slightly to one side. He hadn't moved except to cross his arms again, and if she wanted him intimidated she was going to have to look elsewhere for it because he wasn't going to show her anything. "Thanks for all the choice tidbits, I'm sure there's someone higher up than me that'll appreciate it." Niss didn't know her, couldn't appreciate the value of what she'd just handed over to him.

"Oh," he lifted a hand, finger extended skyward. "That reminds me. I don't know much, but do know there isn't an alliance." Once upon a time there'd been one, but it'd fallen apart, or so he'd heard.

Hard to argue with that logic, and since Niss had no frame of reference for what she was talking about he could really only shrug helplessly back at her. Maybe it wasn't fair, his lack of response of recognition, but there was nothing he could do about that.

But just like that the tension went from palatable to nearly thick enough to choke on, and the captain was left staring back at the eternal senshi as she hissed back at him with threats so thinly veiled they might as well have been bare. "I'm sure that's meant to intimidate, but I don't quake easily." And it wasn't like he wanted to be attacked, but in the end he really had very little control over that beyond just not being deliberately antagonizing.

Which was tempting, but Rory and Des would give him hell if he came back busted and bruised.

So he let it go, even if the endearment still rested heavy on his tongue. The impulse to rile her up more than he already had inadvertently. It was a near thing, but as she turned he let it go, teleporting away and off into the night. Threats aside, she'd given him answers to questions that'd been nagging him, and at the very least he was grateful for that.