When the Siren Came [Vanyel, Violet]

Vanyel smiled and patted her shoulder. It was good that she had been smart with her passwords, but, depending on just how persistent the Arrancar was, it would only be a deterrent. As she brought up her fear, the smile faded, and he scooted a bit closer, laying down next to her.

"I don't blame you. But, if we do track her down, I'll be there with you, if you want. If you want, I can go alone too. Won't ever have to even see her."

Sliding a hand in his pocket, he pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and went to Violet's number. He looked back at her, his expression turning to one of concern as he lowered his arm to his side.

"Your call. Do you wanna see if we can find where it is?"

He had a feeling he already knew what the answer was, but he still waited patiently. He knew that he didn't want her to intentionally be anywhere near that thing again, especially with what it had tried to make her do. Were he to be honest and voice his own thoughts, he wanted to hunt the bitch down. But, he didn't want to make Violet panic or worry about him, so, he remained silent, until she gave her answer.

"Yeah, we can do that. Any pictures or anything that you wanna keep? If you had backup turned on, should be able to get that, plus any other important stuff, too."

Vanyel sat up, reaching around to the foot of the bed to pull up a laptop bag, similar in design to messenger's bag. He pulled out the item, set it down next to him, before setting the bag back down and getting his phone back out.

"Should be able to do all that from here...gimme a few while I let 'em know."

With that, he dialed up Gracen Arms and explained the situation. The other end wasn't exactly the most pleased about it, but, did understand, thankfully. They'd get everything squared away, and Vanyel handed the phone over to hear when it came to resetting her information so that it went through her and not the stolen phone.