Downstairs in the store, there has clearly been a fight. Not a wholescale scene of wanton destruction, but there's a section of floor that had someting heavy or forceful land on it and will need some repairs, a few scorch marks that should buff out and some general cleaning up from water and lightning and people landing places they don't generally when they're shopping. In the grand sceme of 'fight in a jewelry store', property damage was really light.
Upstairs in the apartment, Naru is roaming the apartment. She's peeked in on her mother sleeping for approximately the bazillionth time, leaving that door cracked just enough that she'll be able to hear if something goes weird in there. Not that it will, and she knows that, but just in case. She's roamed back out to the kitchen, to stare into the fridge as if somehow looking now will magically provide something /she/ wants to eat just exactly as it didn't when she last looked into the fridge 2 minutes ago.
Naru's satchel looks even more abused where it rests on the couch, the poor thing. There's a flamethrower on the coffee table, and Naru has clearly forgotten to get back /out/ of henshin. Or she doesn't know how. Just as likely.
About ten minutes after the last of the texts, there's a knock at the apartment door. Kazuo is waiting outside; he looks like... well, like Kazuo. Sooner or later he'll make a concession to the colder weather. It hasn't happened yet.
He presents a takeout milkshake - lychee - to Naru silently. It's only several seconds after that he observes aloud, "That's a new look for you."
The door opens and Naru looks at the offered milkshake and the way that her shoulders relax just a tiny bit speaks volumes. "Thank you."
Naru takes a step back, claiming the take out container and having a sip before she comments on the new look. "It is. It was a surprise, even if it shouldnt have been, and I haven't processed /that/ any more than the dude and his minion who went after my mother."
"You've hardly had time." Kazuo steps inside, closing the door behind him, and goes through the quiet ritual of shoe-removal. "Do you want to deal with questions now, or sit a while quietly instead while you have someone else to keep watch for you?"
"I suspect questions will evolve as questions do." Naru notes as she takes another sip from the milkshake. Because Kazuo is basically a mindreader over text messages. Milkshake is win.
"He won't be stupid enough to come back tonight. Mercury, Jupiter and I dusted his minion, and he vanished again because we were too much trouble. Which means logically he's not coming back here tonight." Naru comments as she settles into a spot on the couch without relaxing into it.
"But instincts are not rational, and have to be trained into even a grudging and rebellious bow to logic." Kazuo settles himself half across the room, so that if anything should happen to pop into existence behind Naru, she'll see his reaction to it before words could come. "I take it he's not someone you know yourself to have met before."
"Looked like Fiore, kinda. Didn't provide a name, but apparently 'rules the galaxy'." Naru puts air quotes around it, even while holding a milkshake. "I don't think he'd really planned on turning up until we interfered with his minion. Plant minion. Who drained my mother, and then gave the energy to him. Drained me too, for that matter, but hardly any."
Naru pauss for breath and then adds. "Mercury said not Xenian, she and Jupiter came when I pinged."
"So. Probably not Locke-san, then." Delivered, as usual, with that degree of deadpan that blurs the line between making a joke and actually having had a first suspect in mind.
Kazuo angles his head for a moment as if he could see through the floor into the shop below. "Eclipse was stealing gems," he notes half-absently. "We'll offer any help your mother will accept putting things back in order, but ... inventory should be done as soon as feasible, if the pair of you are all right with that." Presenting a plausible reason for Naru's mother to be targeted that is not, in fact, Naru may or may not be useful. But it's at least a legitimate concern.
"Probably not Locke-san, no." Naru replies, the dry comment pulling just a hint of a smile that's gone just as quickly.
"I didn't see anything out of place, but that was only a quick look. Mom screamed and I ran downstairs and she was already unconscious. We've cameras, I can look and see if anything happened before she screamed... and to 'accidentally' remove all the stuff that I dont want to answer questions on if Mom looks at them later." Naru pauses. "I'll do inventory tomrorow. I expect she's not going to be up for much, I remember how I felt after that much drain and one night's sleep wasn't enough."
The next pause is longer, thoughts processing, or questions not quite putting themselves together yet, or possibly just not quite finding words.
"We can make certain there's someone on hand to help her while you're asleep, or at school," Kazuo says. Unconcerned. Also unconcerned with the probability that 'someone' will mean him, given that most of their circle go to school and sleep at reasonably regular hours, and that one of the two who don't spends the night staring through a telescope. Which is technically his job.
Naru nods at that. "Thank you. Although, not feasible long term. Short term, very appreciated."
She relaxes enough to tuck her legs up under her, sipping from her milkshake and taking a slow breath. "How do I keep her safe long term? I mean, I know this is something Usagi struggles with with her family, but she's not Usagi when she's Moon. And I think I'm still Naru, which doesn't mean that there's any layer of anonymity to buffer her."
"There's generally a layer of anonymity," Kazuo says. "Not universally, but generally. It's a magical effect rather than a physical one, which makes it difficult to test; we'll have to watch carefully for reactions to be certain. Usagi has a degree of trouble you don't, also. Tuxedo Kamen was outed to all of Virtue as being Mamoru Chiba, and to certain members of Eclipse. That made Moon's identity easier for them to figure out. You're associated with them, but many people are associated with them, and your association with Usagi dates back very far indeed before Moon appeared; there's no clear and obvious telltale. Which is why, for instance, no-one's attempted to accuse you of secretly being Sailor Mercury."
"Only a handful remember that I'm in Virtue at any given time, but yes, being associated with Usagi and Mamoru just means that you're a teen in Tokyo, really." Naru comments thoughtfully and then she snorts softly, almost amused. "So very many ways that I am not Sailor Mercury. The lack of blue hair, water powers and genius being only a few."
"So.. if there's a general layer of anonymity that is magical.." Naru pauses a moment. "Most have another name, or identifier. The puella don't, but everyone else does." Her voice is tentative, as if she's uncertain if she's missed any other exceptions.
"The Puella don't, and many of the Device users," Kazuo agrees. "The Guardians often use their names, but often use something else. The senshi have their planets, we have our stones, the Pretty Cures have their emblems. Some people know their other names by instinct, some are given them, some choose them. There's a great deal of variation. As in all things."