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Jadarite rarely called things lucky or unlucky. She knew too much about how statistics and coincidences worked to be so sloppy with her language, but the events of the night were certainly shaping up to be exceptional.

There were a few types of people that could be drained without raising any suspicion. Jada had been on her way to parse several seedy bars for any sloppy drunks who were, one, alone, and two, looked liable to collapse on the way home without any supernatural aid.

Before she had even gotten inside the first building, an older man who smelled sharply of whisky had come stumbling over, muttering something half-comprehensible about how gorgeous she was. If she'd been out for fun, that kind of behavior would have had her edging away, and she couldn't hide a slight twitch of her lips, but at the moment, this was just what she needed.

She struck up as much of a conversation as he could manage, leaning in close and looking interested despite his odor. It didn't take much for him to follow her into an alleyway a block away, and then she drained him until he was unconscious at her feet and her hands were pooling with energy.

It was only fifteen minutes after powering up, and she had nearly a week's quota.

The luck was not all good, though. She'd felt the powerful aura while she'd been keeping pace with the drunk, and now it was growing uncomfortably close.

She heard the sound of boots hitting alley dust just as she was preparing to leave her target, power down, and see if lying low for a few minutes would fix the problem of being tracked. Jadarite cursed, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. Then she turned, to see who was after her.

It was nobody she knew, which was no surprise. Dealing with Order was not in her job description, so she avoided it whenever possible. Her gaze moved from his boots to his shirt and then his face as she scoured his outfit for information, taking note of the greenery.

As she eyed the leaves sticking out of his hair, she shook her head, clicking her tongue.

"Whoever dressed you did not even bother with the basics of cleanliness," she said, voice clipped. Compared to the Negaverse's, the senshi's outfits were just impossible to take seriously.

She glanced to the energy in her hands before sending it of to subspace, then briefly looked at the man at her feet. "And what if I did have a busy night?"

Jadarite took a moment to size up the situation.

The man at her feet was not giving up any more energy. She'd drained him about as much as she could without risking his death, and consequentially, a lot more cleanup work for her to do. His starseed remained in his chest for the same reason. There was nothing for her to return. The senshi in front of her was stronger than her and was offering her a chance to leave. She should not risk tangling with him.

The thing was, Jadarite really, really did not like being told what to do.

She should not risk tangling with him for long, she amended.

"Ah," she said, reaching out to try and catch an arm and drain him instead, "The thing is, I'm so close to reaching my quota."

He was jumpy for someone who made such bold threats, thought Jadarite as she kept an eye on the carefully calculated distance he kept between the two of them.

He'd had a perfect ambush set up while she was distracted, too, and he'd taken that opportunity to make pointed requests rather than doing anything more. She was beginning to wonder if he was more bark than bite.

No, she wouldn't stay long, but if her observations were true and he did not have the skills to back up his words, a Super's starseed would be a nice prize to bring back to her General.

"It's Jadarite," she said, with a small nod.

Then she lunged forwards, throwing a fist straight for his face. Her worst wasn't much when she was armed with a stapler, but she summoned that stapler at the last second to give herself some extra reach in case he tried to dodge again.

The smug grin on Jadarite's face tilted sideways slightly as her opponent scowled. She'd been right. It only took a glancing blow from a stapler to cut through all that bluffing.

"You asked for it, Goodfellow," she said flatly, complete with a tiny shrug, but she only had so much time to gloat.

Her momentum carried her right into his leg. It sent her stumbling. With effort, she regained her balance, but not in time to do much about dodging his attack. She did her best to twist away, but his fist still slammed into her shoulder, hard.

Jadarite tried to keep from gasping. She half succeeded, but the result was a not very intimidating squeak.

So he did know how to fight. She filed that tidbit away in the mental database, and reminded herself that she should leave.

She threw the stapler at him, and rather than trying to follow that up with anything more, she tried to sidle around towards the edge of the alley.