[Caitlyn at least has the sense not to wear her uniform. Instead, she's wearing the clothes Vi stole for her so long ago in Serthica and, just to see how it feels – uncomfortable, ill-fitting, and a little bit smelly, it turns out – Vi's red leather jacket. If only it were imbued with Vi's street smarts. As it is, she feels positively surrounded by people who are all various sorts of, well, shady, and hardly the first idea of how to approach them.]
Excuse me.
[She is ignored. With a soft huff, her brow furrows and her shoulders stiffen. Her accent clashes with the clothes, maybe that's the problem.
She tries again, this time attempting to sound less upperclass.] Excuse me. I'm looking for information on a little girl. Perhaps you've seen her?
INVESTIGATION AT THE WHISPERING HOUSES
Excuse me.
[She is ignored. With a soft huff, her brow furrows and her shoulders stiffen. Her accent clashes with the clothes, maybe that's the problem.
She tries again, this time attempting to sound less upperclass.] Excuse me. I'm looking for information on a little girl. Perhaps you've seen her?
[She is ignored.]