It hadn't been Hope's best plan, they think to themself as they stand guard near the entrance of the arcade. Go Supernova and what, wait for this normal high school student to come around and... then what? Chase her off? Fight her? They thunk their head against the bricks of the alley they'd positioned themself at the end of. Shrouded enough in darkness that their presence would be more felt than noticed, they hope.

Their boots ad a couple inches, which at least helps them feel more imposing, and they'd decided to hide the lower half of their face with the purple scarf wrapped around their neck. With no need to brandish weapons, their phone hangs from a belt loop on their more form-fitting outfit racing with purple and green vertical lines all down the front. Make no mistake, this is Nova Pandora. Hope Carassia? Never heard of them.

Their eyes are peeled for a form that they'd come to recognize. "You shouldn't be here," they say from the shadows, affecting their voice a little deeper. It's a practice run for when they do actually run into Natalia; they clear their throat and repeat it under their breath.