"I'll be sure to remember that," they say, relieved that they aren't going to break into a fight in a cramped hideout when they're supposed to be, like, teammates and friends. They reel their sword back into one piece and revert it back into a phone antenna, probably with magic but they don't have to understand it to use it.

"I'm... more worried about what's going to happen when we go back to our everyday lives than I am about fighting bad guys. To be completely honest with you." And, though it might not be the smartest idea, they let themself fall out of Supernova. (They've been maintaining it for a while anyway. It's probably better this way.) Other than their clothes getting more casual, the biggest changes are the colors of their eyes and hair getting duller, less vibrant, more visibly artificial. Same as normal, just maybe more obvious since it's in direct comparison to Nova Pandora.

"I trust you enough. But who knows who the other Nova Knights are? Who knows if the bad guys have secret lives, too? What if they're people I know?" They stop short of saying what if they're their friends, only because they don't really have any of those. They lean back, both hands on the counter. "I thought magic powers were supposed to make life easier."