Whilst Vic was trying to troubleshoot and figure out the problem of this unidentified fallen person, he noticed said unidentified person stirring. The patient was waking up, even seeing the blood from their nose and making a groan and sigh combination. He was hoping to get some sort of information from this person... at least who they were at the moment. "No, it’s fine.” the person looked right at him. "You’ve got the look of someone who’s not concerned about a nosebleed, but concerned about me,” they said. “It’s not- I should warn you I’m not the most talkative person, especially when asked about myself.” They paused. "You’re about to get a message on your phone. You should probably answer it.” "Hey easy... you shouldn't push yourse-..." Victor paused, hearing the last part of that sentence the fainted person spoke. "Wait... what?" True to the prediction, Vic's phone notified him of a message. His charge's eyes flickered down to where his phone was, nonverbally repeating the prevision. When Vic checked it, it read: TO ALL UNITS IN HELL'S INFERNO CASINO. IMMEDIATE CESSATION OF ALL ACTIVITY AS SOON AS FOG LIFTS. RETURN TO G3 HQ. Vic looked at his phone's notification, reading each word there. That didn't bode well. Just what was going on right now?  He glanced back up at his charge. "Predicting that... either you've got the gift of foresight, or you planned that..." he muttered to where only his charge could hear him. They wiped their thumb across their philtrum and checked it for blood. "I don't know about that, but you can call it a good intuition if you like." "Fair enough..." he muttered, sending a quick message to the Director, letting him know he received the summons. "Now, if I may... the identity of you... right now is a mystery. No one seems to be able to identify you. Care to shed some light?" "That depends how much money you've got. Information doesn't come free, you know." Typical. Had to be one of those types to be bribed into revealing information, never easy. Vic exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Sounds about right... though I feel a bit of compensation is warranted, seeing as I was the only one who really assisted the person who passed out with a nosebleed." he flashed a small smirk, shrugging some. "I mean, fair is fair ya know... just saying." It was a gamble, and unfortunately... Vic was NOT a gambling man. "Oh, don't worry, I took who you were into consideration when I said that." "Well, worth a shot." He exhaled again, shrugging. "Very well. All I'll say, see if you can get that checked out. We don't need that to happen anymore, I'd wager." "Mm," the person seemed to agree, rubbing their temples before stretching their arms behind their back. "That's good advice. I'm told it's an occupational hazard, though." "Noted." Vic nodded. "Then I suppose you should be about the rest of your day... maybe after answering one thing." He looked dead in the person's direction, a serious tone covering his voice. "...why can't the security cameras see you when you happen to clearly be here for everyone else to see?" "That's a question that's worth money again, I'm afraid. It'd basically be the same as telling you the first question you asked me." Another heavy sigh escaped Vic's lips. The time he wished he was some billionaire philanthropist at this point... he could've had plenty of information down by this point. "Very well, was worth a shot. Like I said, get that 'occupational hazard' checked out and don't over do it." He gave a two fingered salute to his patient, before turning around and thumbing around on his phone. 'Occupational hazard'... potential foresight and not 'really good intuition'... And Vic got a pretty good look at the person's face. He'd need to find a way to search records when his systems were fully operational again. Mysteries abounded in this quaint city, he knew that... but now the biggest mystery he had wasn't who that person was or anything else of the sort. No, Vic's biggest mystery right now was: How the hell am I going to be able to bum a ride to G3 headquarters?

Sibyl wiped the sweat off of her as she climbed out of the hole, her mood returning to a more neutral state after having dealt with the steam creature. "Just a little sweaty is all," she answered. "You think this place has a shower?"  The girl looked down the whole as her accompanying Fate did, curiosity evident on her face. "Maybe this steam's got more tricks then just being a good punching bag," the girl voice aloud. Sibyl had only grown to wonder more about the steam after her second encounter with it. It was something that could act as a weird cloning machine. It could use other people's powers, albeit as steam versions of them. And it could even change the terrain! Unless it was some other cape that had been manipulating that. Or maybe the steam had been doing it masquerading as a cape who could? Whichever the answer was, the girl could not figure it out though she found no real frustration in this, and if anything it had served as a distraction to calm her further.  Sibyl looked back to her boss as they told them the situation before saying, "well, if that's the case we got a snake's head to go cut off in here or what?" Despite having calmed down, the urge to finish the fight she had started the day off with was just as strong. Before she chuckled to herself and gestured to art in the hole down below, "unless you'd rather just break some heads down there now." 

Am currently playing Leda's route right now actually! I've been playing pretty slowly. 161