Not a senshi. Madoka's dress was very much a magical girl's, but it lacked the tell-tale sailor collar, and she didn't precisely feel that same aura of the stars and planets that surrounded sailor senshi. Yet somehow in the dream, Mercury knew there was something beyond a simple girl in cosplay, too. Another kind of magical girl? There was no need for that, her mind said first.

"Who'd be afraid?" she retorted. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. If Madoka had been an enemy, Madoka would be defeated. She had no hesitations about that. The apology elicited no smile, and didn't make her relax her posture, but neither did she threaten.

Instead, predictably, she fired off more questions. She didn't limit them to her mind, instead demanding the answers of the girl in front of her. "Who are you?" "Where did you come from?" "Why are you up here?"