Moka was standing on top of a building when she got the call in from her ear. "Nothing yet Cer." She said softly and sighed, she folded her arms. Ever since her rosary was lost she had stayed in her true form for years now. She wore shorts with knee high lace up boots and a corset covered with a jacket covering it. Her white hair blew in the breeze as she watched the people below in the city streets.