Chloe shrugged at the man's apology. "Nah, I'd doubt me too. You were in the right. But my stance hasn't changed. You guys can do you and I'll do me, and as long as our goals are the same, we'll make strides together." Was she just bashful? In truth, things like compliments and apologies didn't sit well with her. She had been reviled her whole life, after all. Sudden changes in tone like this caught her off guard.
"Anyway, that's all I wanted. I'll be off again. If my contact needs your help, I'll be in touch again, but I'm sure y'all can handle yourselves with that information. I look forward to seeing some fireworks before long. Good luck, fellas."
With a brief wave, Chloe threw her headphones back on, streaming sound into her brain with great force, and drowning out the world around her as she left. She was tired from the day's events so far, but at the same time, it wasn't like she had any particular place to go. The 'home' she had set up was quite a ways away, and it wasn't much more than an abandoned, bloodstained warehouse in the first place. When it came to sleep, anywhere would do. She knew of a park nearby that had a few trees; if nobody was around, that would do nicely. The weather was clear enough, for now at least.
After some time walking, however, she was disappointed to see that somebody was, in fact, there. Making a disappointed noise under her breath, she was about to turn away, but something about this girl caught her eye. And the smell around her was unmistakeable. There had been a witch around here, and this was a Magical Girl. Chloe had had just about enough of her own ilk for one day, but something inside her head demanded she engage this girl. It was an impulse that would not have made sense or had any purchase with anybody else, but to Chloe, this was just the natural order.
"Hullo miss. I couldn't help but notice you sitting there all by your lonesome. You'll get eaten up by witches if you stay out too late, you know."