She was murmuring something quietly to herself in the chill when Cillian caught up to her, though even if anyone could've heard what she was saying they'd have found it to be nothing more than a few lines of morbid poetry at best. The girl seemed unperturbed by the showing of the scarecrow-man's semblance and hardly even looked at the Grimm as she stepped up and onto it before it started to disintegrate, apparently intent on going right over the cadaver until the creature's slayer spoke to her and she paused where she was, sinking easily back to the snowy ground with the razortooth crumbling to ash underfoot. In response to his lamenting of his semblance she raised one thin, black eyebrow up high at him, giving his costume a serious look-over.
"Sucks. Oh the angst."
She looked both ways into the blizzard once and pulled up her suitcase, releasing it to let it stand vertically and turning towards Cillian to continue their conversation. Such as it was.
"Names are an unearned emotional tie I elect to spurn. I'm threefold, Morgan, Morgain, Morrigan. Choose one to call me by and I'll answer to it; you'll just never know if it was the right one."
If Cillian wasn't regretting this conversation enough already, Morgan(?) smirked at him coyly in a way that said she wasn't joking; Or that if she was, it was at his expense. She completely skipped the handshake and went straight for the top, brushing her knuckles across the patched fabric of his mask at the cheek lightly in admiring fashion.
"What's this? I thought gothabilly was dead on the scene."
"Look for the shell casings, normie."
Cillian had waylaid her before she could get too far away from the track investigation group, and despite the brisking snowfall she could make out the faint figure of Midna crouching to examine the skirmish's aftermath from this distance. Which is what she called over to, sounding thoroughly unenthusiastic but still willing to help.
"See if there's anything that says where these thieves' artillery came from."
"If they have SAURON or Atlas headstamps then it was probably White Fang or some other outfit who don't care about staying anonymous enough to scrub their stolen weapons. If they're clean they were either criminals who took all the precautions for this sort of thing, or someone who really didn't wanna be associated with a certain company. Heh."
It was a chuckle darker than the fur of a Grimm.
"I can only speculate."
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