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Tate didn't like being out after dark without the safety net of her powered form. When you could count on your own self to save your a**, you didn't need to worry about much from monsters whether they were human or animal. It instilled a sense of confidence that had allowed her to feel a little freer about undertaking deliveries for the little cafe; sometimes people wanted cupcakes taken to their homes because they were lazy asses. Other times people wanted things catered and then she rode along in the car. Tonight it'd been the former, and Tate was heading away from the home she'd just delivered a box of muffins to with a bit of a preoccupied frown on her face.

Unwisely, she stopped on a sidewalk and pictured the red apple that was her weapon in her mind, holding out a hand before her like she expected it to drop into her hand like usual. When it didn't, she sighed and let her hand fall to the side. It'd be a bit of time before the bus came by, but she just had to sweep back to work and abandon the receipt the customer had signed and then it was home free. So, no big deal. Hardly any time for anyone (or anything) to come after her. And it wasn't like it was a terrible neighborhood, either; the houses looked nice, like they'd been taken care of recently, and she knew rent had recently dropped here so younger people were moving in. That meant people would be less likely to ignore a spectacle, as far as she was aware.

Really, if she had to choose a place to be beaten, this would be her choice. Aside from the emergency room or the police station. She ran both hands over her hair and let out a quiet little sigh. Calming breaths, she thought. It'd be okay. Nothing was going to come get her there.

Tate felt antsy--not because she knew someone was behind her, but because it was dark. She was in an unfamiliar place, and it was dark, and no matter what she'd observed about her surroundings before, it was dark and she was antsy. And, okay, she was afraid.

This was why she jumped when someone tapped her shoulder, whipping around to look at him. <********>, she thought, narrowing her eyes. Definitely a senshi. Definitely not a good senshi, he was wearing black and she'd clued in to that uniform difference before she'd even gotten a powered form. Also, she knew that eye sigil from the fight in the Surrounding, it was hard to miss the crazy psycho b***h throwing people through mirrors even if you ******** tried.

Maybe if she pretended she didn't know what he was...

She smiled a little bit, the expression strained, her gaze on that hand in the pocket of his uniform. Senshi didn't have weapons. Did she have to be concerned? Tate forced down a tremor of fear. "No," she said, forcing confidence into her voice that she certainly didn't feel, not when faced with what she was ninety-nine percent sure was a Dark Mirror senshi on a lonely street in a neighborhood she didn't know with no recourse to powers. "I'm not lost. I'm waiting." And then, because she could never resist, she pointed towards the PATH sign to her right. "For the bus?"