Beatrice
*Atop the roof of the hotel, a white cloaked figure scribbled notes on a notepad of whatever he was looking at through a rudimentary monocular.*

"The princesses are there, some of those avalanche guys, cid; Hell, I saw that glasses guy from the cave and the damn dog milling about! Guess what ever was through that portal back in Twilight got dealt with..."

Eyeing a building in particular that seemed to be a hive of activity, Kaz was doing some reconnaissance. A lot of high profile people were sitting in Traverse and he would be a liar to say he was not curious. Pulling out his phone, he sent a message to a certain mechanic in the hopes of gathering a bit of intel. 

His dopey mentee had been running about this place not too long ago, but it had been a while since she had seen her. If she was alive and had not reached out, then the kid must have been as well.

"They seem quite active. Things must be going well on their end. Should find out if that is a problem or not."
Roy
The next time the man in the gaudy white cloak looked through his slapped together spyglass at the not so vacant house, a new figure in that area would break up the monotony of his observation.

A young woman, one he had seen before. The girl who had bothered him in the woods and asked about his knowledge on the broad topic of 'darkness'. She loitered near the building of interest, doing nothing but staring into the sky... Though the patch of sky she was staring at must have been awfully close to the hotel from her point of view, because it kind of seemed like she was actually looking straight at mister cloakey from all the way over there.
Beatrice
*Annoying...*

Kaz reached out with a hand as he peered through his spyglass. Beneath Minuit, a a swirl of darkness spiraled beneath her feat before expanding into open space. The dark portal set to dump the woman from where she stood near the house to right above the roof of the hotel.

*She was blocking his sight. How rude of her.*