[ Chloe’s eyebrows raise at the question, a small laugh escaping her. Obviously the guy’s cursed, that much is clear, and she finds it rather rich that it’s supposed to be her fault this is all going on. She leans against the counter, orders two lattes (the guy might as well have something to drink while he mimics her doing so), and then turns to look at him again once the barista has gone off to make the drinks. ]

I don’t have a plan because it’s not me who made you into a living mirror, bucko.

[ She was going to gesture towards the mirror, but stops herself short so he doesn’t have to do it too. There are little ways in which she’s not going to be a bitch here, apparently. ]

You’re cursed. Not my bad. Last person who was cursed around me broke it with a kiss, but... you’re not... really my type. No offense.

[ They had not actually broken it with a kiss, but neither girl had realized Usagi was just the type to spill about herself easily and broke it so quickly because of it. ]

Bad luck you’ve got. I’m a real movement based kinda gal.