Ain't No God in Mexico[Natasha, Violet[

Natasha didn't consider herself the type to snoop around unless a situation concerned her. Thus, the matter of her niece entering the City of Lights was a curious one. That lousy sister of hers sent her off without giving her any time to prepare, and she hadn't heard from her ever since. Where was her niece? Did she truly reside in the City of Lights, or had she run off on her way here? Left with nothing else but questions, she set out to look for answers, clues that would draw her closer to the woman who had yet to visit.

Of course, her first source was asking those around the airport in the City of Lights. Since she was a member of the Vandenreich, she framed the questions under a light that allowed her to receive what might otherwise be classified information. Much was her surprise to discover that Violet had indeed entered this city.

They had informed her that she had taken a flight to enjoy a vacation in Mexico, though she had yet to return. There was no information concerning a return flight at all, in fact. Motherly worry clearly won the day, and Natasha booked her own flight to Tijuana to get to the bottom of this. Man, it'd been a mighty long while since she engaged in detective work. Part of her was excited to flex her mission chops, but another was wholly invested in finding her niece.

And so, she set foot into the streets of Tijuana, observing any indiviual that seemed suspect, in relative silence. There was a method to this. She wasn't particularly proud of it, but she wore a rather revealing outfit and played the rol of the dumb, directionless blonde to elicit some attention from would-be culprits.

It was time to find her niece.

Natasha found leads during her travels, but no real meat to sink her fangs into. They were, at most, clues. Puh. Lousy crumbs. What were her friends even thinking wandering around as far as they went in places like these? Receiving her current lead from the bartender, Natasha sighed softly as she shook her head, maintaining that same ditzy aura and disposition about herself as she traversed these streets, making her way to the candy store to ask the next person where he or she might have seen her go to next.

"Hm~ Hm~ Hm~"

"Aw shucks, cut it out boys~!"

Playing her role of the blonde bimbo who was significantly out of her element, Natasha simply played hard to get as she offered a playful wave of the hand to let them think their poor attempts at catcalling were acknowledged. In the meantime, the shop owner proved the more interesting individual of choice as she entered the candy shop to speak with him, her mood changing, her aura serious. Slowly but surely she placed a picture of Violet before him, requesting his undivided attention while she grabbed a handful of bubblegum.

"Ya seen this gal before, sugar? She's a friend of mine, and her family's been worried sick about her."

"I'm lookin' for a friend of mine, officer. I know yer' a defender of the law, but she's like family to me, and I need to know that she's alright. Everyone's been worried sick about her."

Natasha replied solemnly, though she hardly lessened the unassuming air about her as she turned to the police officer. Based on the clues she received from the shop owner, Violet experienced more than a simple scuffle with a group of ruffians. According to the owner, she was attacked by a hollow. A Shinigami rescued her, but she ran away, and now she was at what appeared to be a crime scene.

The dried clump of blood brought her no small degree of worry, but she maintained her composure, deftly presenting him with two items. A picture of Violet and a badge revealing her true identity as a member of the Vandenreich. It was a bold attempt, but she didn't need these men complicating her mission.

"I'd like to investigate here as well, officer. This woman is a civilian of the City of Lights, and I've been lookin' for her ever since. I'd like if we could be humble about this and work together."

Of course, that was predicated on whether or not this was even the same crime scene. Tch. What manner of mess had Violet gotten herself into? Better yet, why hadn't her friends done a better job of maintaining a watchful eye on the girl? Aye, Dios Mios...

"Much obliged, officer."

Receiving the crucial information with a polite smile, Natasha walked away from the crime scene. Renewed purpose in her stride, she traversed the city by jogging to the next location. Steigen would have certainly allowed her to reach her destination in the blink of an eye, but she had to continue playing a role here until she struck gold with the lead that would bring her a little closer toward finding Violet. Following the map on her watch, she slowly navigated clumsily toward the address, assuming her unassuming role of the sloppy blonde bombshell who had zero sense of direction.