{ vxrdorben }
Delicate. Daringly so. To pad so willfully across what many of her ilk wouldst consider enemy territory, yet bar none, no such thing laid in offensive sight. Sense, however, prickle; crawling up the length of a snapping spine and spiking through the line of ebony tresses, she shivers, cursing beneath muted breath. Irises spy nothing but a boy, meager and sparsely older than her – easily mistaken for one of the feminine variety at first glance but an apex predator knew far better.
The line of a slender jaw clicks, jowls flexing beneath the sudden movement and her cautious stance relaxes if only for a moment. No one alive in the CCG had been provided such a boon to look upon her and survive ( though the times had not exactly been of gracious favor ), and she decks herself in civilian clothes per the usual course. All she wants, all she needs is information on their forlorn companion, though she doubts they would be willing to give any such inklings up without cause. Especially to her.
Her tongue clucks and she warily approaches. Appearance, much as she knows, are the most deceptive art form around.
❝Excuse me. Do you know where I can find an Investigator?
I need to ask them something – a friend of mine has gone missing. ❞
Friend. How loosely termed.