"What the-?"
Bright cerulean blinked several times in confusion. The eyes set into the face of a young girl in her mid teens with a head full of long orange hair falling around her shoulders and back. The girl herself dressed not in the way one would expect a teen like her to dress, for instead of jeans or shorts the new face wore a pair of black tight fitting leggings tucked into a pair of stylish slightly heeled Combat Boots. Laced yes but those were for more show given the silver zippers running up the outside of each shoe. Instead of a t-shirt was a loose soft tan top with long drappy sleeves and a long tie behind her resting as a bow against the small of her back. Around her one wrist was what looked like a simply old blue band-like bracelet however, upon closer inspection, one would realize there was a mark of a ram's head upon it. "This isn't my room..."
Looming before her up a ways was a large mansion-like building the likes of which the girl wasn't used to seeing, a unfamiliar building with what appeared to be a fair amount of people loitering around in front of it. People she couldn't see clearly from the distance she was currently at but her gut told her that none of them were anybody she knew. It was a thought that triggered the teen's instinct to attack now and ask questions at a later time, especially with the number of people compared to just herself.
"And what if this space is one of their Abilities?"
The orange haired Gifted stopped herself right in time before the words could leave her lips. Hands crumpled into fists that shook in frustration for a hot few seconds before unfurling themselves. Shoulders slumped forward. No. For as much as she wanted to and her gut was screaming at her to do it the girl couldn't just outright attack any of the figures without understanding what was going on first. Turning around back the way she'd come a large ornate gate greeted her though it appeared closed now....great. It was likely that this gate stretched all around the large house as a way of marking the grounds and keeping people either in or out....kinda what such a thing was for after all. "If I just got myself captured by some enemy organization again then both Sherlock and Ray are going to have a party when I get out of here. Especially since all I was doing was heading upstairs to my room when that damn fog appeared literally out of nowhere. The two of them are never going to let me live this down when they find out. Ugh!", the Gifted moaned thinking about her partners only to then shake her head. The teen couldn't think about how humiliated she was going to be when her blunder was discovered right now. She could worry about that later on. At this particular moment the Mafioso had to stay calm as she could and tread light until she knew what was going on here at least. Who was the Ability User doing this, how this Ability functioned and why was she captured then brought here.
Were they trying to destroy Yokohama?
Were they after the Port Mafia or Detective Agency?
There was no telling. The answer could be either of those or a totally different reasoning which the girl hadn't thought of. Keeping a careful eye on the figures gathered by the front of the manor, the Mafioso ran a hand through her hair before slowly started to head towards the group with careful precise steps. Her whole body tense at the ready just in case.