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The red light district was Marina's cage. No matter how far she went, she always returned to the skeevy daylife and scummy nightlife. But her days spent there weren't out of nostalgia and sweet memories of her mother. Rather, she had a duty to complete. A compulsion that drove her. For that, she needed as much information as she could gather. After all, blindly running into danger always ended up in hitting brick walls. Her mission wasn't terribly time sensitive. She could bide her time to make sure it happened perfectly. Preparations were important, after all.

With the drizzle turning her fishtail parka and face-mask from anti-social streetwear to inconspicuous daily wear, the daylit streets of the red light district paid no attention to the tall woman. Not that they would pay much attention in the first place, though. Most people who came through the district during the day were either transient or permanent fixtures. Nobody that would remember and want to talk about everything that happened, especially about something as innocuous as someone who didn't want to be seen. The only people out during the daylight hours were the slightly less skeezy characters that looked at outsiders for quick meals. Case in point, a young, thin, and neurotic woman being accosted by a host that seemed to think obviously highly of himself. 

Curiosity filled Marina. A neurotic woman with a large suitcase and the salt of the red light district host that looked for easy marks to trick into ordering overpriced drinks. She never really liked it. The exploitative nature of the place, that is. It always felt unclean to her. For a while, she listened to the lies the man spouted. To anyone familiar with (or who were) scum, it was obvious what he was doing. The neurotic woman didn't quite have the willpower to say no or run. Simply letting it happen would have left a bad taste in Marina's mouth, so she stepped in.

[b][color=EAE6C9]"Hey,"[/color][/b] she demanded his attention, [b][color=EAE6C9]"what are you doing?"[/color][/b] She was rather close to his back. Uncomfortably close, even. She didn't even bother to turn her face down at the man. She just sharply glared at him from her advantageous position, like a lion eyeing their prey.