“Likewise. Don't mistake manners for friendliness... but you might not have that problem, anyway.”

Make that two girls who had trouble making allies. Albeit, perhaps one was a little more willing to do so than the other… at any rate, Mimi gave a moment of faux-thought, eyes flickering to the abandoned subway station just for a last courtesy glance. A small hum, one of pondering, escaped her pressed lips.

“That’s a lot of effort to go to on my part, huh? Let’s just shake on it. We’ll have a fight to the end if the other one pulls something funny.” 

A girly, lacy hand was offered outwards, free to take, or leave, but it would remain there stubbornly awaiting either an acceptance or rejection. Light, sandy brown eyes lidded slightly, gaze all but transfixed and focused on the fellow girl.

“Just tell me something, before we part ways for the night. Why… did you become a magical girl?”