Nuala snuck through the streets during the evening hours of the day; she was dressed normally, nothing too outrageous and something that concealed her gear such as her weapons just fine, and stopped by the street food vendors to grab something to eat every now and then. She very much enjoyed how populated this place was, because it allowed her to disappear within the masses of people and to do her thing. Nuala was someone who preferred being invisible while she slowly and steadily got an idea of what was going on and who she wanted to talk to. The Captain hadn’t arrived here yet, which was a good thing in her mind. She loved him dearly and of course she missed him as well, but his presence wasn’t required yet.
The Voidling had no intentions of stopping her usual criminal activity, not even for his sake and Kazimir not being around simply made things much easier for her. She could sniff around in peace, build up contacts without appearing suspicious and just overall do her work much easier – the girl still had to earn money after all. That and thievery was kind of a part of her at this point, regardless of what the Nephilim thought of it. It would always be a part of her. Of course there was different ways to get her way into the game, and Nuala was still thinking about how she wanted to do it. Going good was the safe route, it would please Kazimir for sure but going bad was more fun, and hailed greater (far greater) rewards. Deep down, Nuala already knew which way she wanted to go.