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Most might call her strange vfor syill experimenting with being a senshi, but Oumuamua really didn't give two whits what they said to her about how she handled being a senshi. She wanted to be absolutely sure of her limits, which meant a lot of running, jumping, leaping, even throwing a few punches when she ran into crooks. Truth be told, Oumuamua was probably a little bit of a menace to the underbellu of Destiny City, and she planned to extend that to anyone whom really attacked her. But for now, she was more of a menace to herself. Unlike her sister, parkour was not entirely a thing she knew, though she suspected it might be a useful skill in a pinch -- but first, she had limits to test.

The sound of a scuffle in a nearby made Oumuamua pause from jumping between rooftops to test her leaping distances, and it caused the senshi to pause, feeling the area out before noting a stronger chaos aura, and, figuring there was nothing better to do, or maybe she was curious (she was, in fact, highly curious and instead wanted to see, but told herself it was better than nothing), she began to hop from rooftops to the ground below, hopping carefully to avoid an accident. Oumuamua knew she needed to actively mind her body, really. Casting magic generally never went well -- it made beer explode, and she sensed this was not what it was supposed to do based on how bad it was -- but she could throw a punch and she abnsolutely wasn't afraid to be a menace bodily, and so as she approached the sound, the clacking of her heels announced her approach with the hint of a bounce in her step, the senshi peering in the alley.

...She supposed the woman was a senshi, peering in, and she smelled a hint of alcohol - oh, boy - but then she saw the wraiths.

Oumuamua had no idea what those were, and took a moment to mentally think of the folklore she heard growing up of yokai, oni, fae, monsters, and the like, and nearly arxhed her back to backpedal like a cat with it's arched back.

"Whoa whoa whoa what the nuts are those?!" Gah! Every time she thought there was no such thing as fae, or demons, or ghosts, she saw something that made it seem wrong!.... Like Youma! Or the damn Star Festival fae!.... Especially youma, she did not need to deal with another phantom youma dog situation again[ And honestly, monsters were scarier than people...

OK. OK, the thing was gone. Okay, it worked for the senshi, or something, based on what she was seeing. So.... Not a youma, and that meant it wasn't a youma, which in turn meant she was fine. This was fine. Things were fine. She might be willing to fight a person pr youma, but some supernatural thing? Yeah, no, nope. Nope not at all. She also didn't run, either. She could have! That might've been smart, but she was fiercely curious and this was Something New. And not threatening to her... Hopefully? Best not to jump to assumptions. Assumptions got the wrong people hurt!

"....Dark Mirror?" Oumuamua repeated, and hummed. "I won't lie, noone's mentioned that to me before, though I admit I'm still figuring this out." She wasn't attacking and she lacked holes in her, so that was good. Good enough anyjow, to not think she might run off to some horrorterror or something about her. Good enough for Oumuamua, she was in enough RPs to know she mighht not need to smack someone or say "No, thank you." in her bnest Comic Book Guy ompression.

"Energy draining -- I think I heard the Negavberse does that? You must be something different? Sorryu, I'm just -- huh is my best description." And then she oiffered a handshake brightly. "Sailor5 Oumuamua, at your service."

Oumuamua listened attentively, more than grateful the oter enshi was patient. She was well aware she was... Newer, but e w aan eager tuent. Pus, more informatiuon meant more data to run in her (admittedly ild) theories, and she nodded.

No, that's sensible. Oumuamua admitted. "Non-magickal humans et all twitchy and violent when they don't understyand something. And that was how humans even made dominion of the planet - aggression. Terrible, but fact -- and Oumuamua didn't say it, instead tilting her hjead curiously again. Instead she beamed at Varda warmly, and motioned enthusiastically.

"Actually that would be a poor mistake to make. I've run in to plenty of senshi from the Negaverse. I can't extrapolate commonalities in your court without meeting other people, but I did notice a big difference between Order, you yourself, and them -- they look like there's these black void holes in them. Does not look like it's exactly good for them." But Varda was right about auras as she shook her hand brightly, e crunce er noe, tinin eriouy beore iin.

"Cho and Order is a mess for seperating anything, plus the universe -- speaking scientifically only mind - needs both for the laws of physics to work. I don't see why magick can't have a 'balance' aura. But I'm also figuring this out. I could be wildly and completely wrong."

Because science was not helping her with areas in magic it did in civilian life, dangit!

"Yeah I'm wondering what those are myself. They'd... They don't behave liuke a hole like that should but maybe it's a magic thing?" But Oumuamua liked Varda! She was interesting conversatiuon and the senshi of beer actually didn't feel like there was any danger. To her. Varda was obviously smart, and Oumuamua was completely happy to have a conversation with anyone willing.

Could she fight? Yes. Oumuamua wasn't someone who looked for trouble, howe4ver -- didn't start fights - normally - and mostly used violence for self defense. She had never considered sparring, however -- never thinking much about a friendly match, but if she did? She'd be up to it, if nothing else it informed her more about how the magical world worked. A world that still felt like Shounen anime in her book.

"People are people, though. In every alignment. And you can't be rid of one, without eliminating the other. If everything was Order, things stagnate. If it's all Chaos, again... Stagnation, or at least the universe would rip itself apart. But people are still people at their root. I try not to be an overly judgey b***h unless people are beung stupid. Or take me for stupid."

Thinking differently was NOT STUPID. Not in her book. More like it made her like the late Steve Jobs, Steve Wozniak.... Someone else she'd look up later, likely. The guy who got stuck coding the old E.T. game? That tracked.

"So.... Speaking of stupid... Did these guys gang up on you, or... Just wondering what I intyerrupted." She eyed them suspiciously as well -- Varda seemed on the level, meaning these guys.... Were sus.

Very sus.

"I just don't want to catch whatever it is that makes them crazy. Bad vibes. Really bad vibes, those ones." Oumuamua admitted. "I mean, I still case by case, but they kind of give me the heebie jeebies. You're fine though. Less... Unsettling." Oumuamua nodded, and listened to Varda's explination. She considered a moment, the Basic seeming to be thinking a good deal over what that could mean, before deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt. Varda seemed pertfectly in possession of her mental facultiues, and less inclined to suddenl;y magic on her - unlike Corrupt Senshi, and it was complete Empathy she offered.

"Oh, those sorts. I get those from time to time." Oumuamua wasn't lying either. Some people saw "girl" and immediately got... Gross and pushy, and Oumuamua usually... Well. "I won't lie, I've punched a few idiots for that. I'm assuming these idjits were being gross. Plant a boot in sensitive parts yet?"

Why not be chill?? It was self defense! TOTALY valid.

"Fairenough. I can respect that. And it does leave room in case they do try to repeat dumb." Oumuamua could respect that very much, the Beer Senshi absolutely confident that Varda would be fine. At the reminder of civilians, Oumuamua sighed, slumpoing some, but nodding agreeably.

"That's a fair enough point. I don't feel like someone coming arouind only to scream and ugh." She motioned, rather disappointed the conversation had to end. Varda seemed fun! Oumuamua liked fun people! It made life spicy!

"Hey, Varda? Be careful heading home. I had a nice conversation. Thankls for being patient with me. I mean it." She knew not everyone would tolerate a newer5 senshi asking questions, especially one from another faction, but Oumuamua was grateful, and awkwardly, she paused before bowing a bit, unable to entirely shake the habits from her family before giving a wave cheerfully and moving to escape, eyes peeled for civilians she she went.