The funny thing about tracking demons was that it was, simply put, almost fucking impossible. They could look like anyone they felt like, travel wherever they wanted without being limited by trains or boats or whatever else, but finally, after what felt like forever, she had a good lead. That lead had brought her to Shanghai— a first, though she's no stranger to travel, and she knows she sticks out here even more than she usually does.

The hair, in particular, draws attention, and most people in the bar she's taken up residence in have been giving her a wide berth since one patron had gotten a little too chummy with her and walked away with a couple of broken fingers. The barkeep had chosen to overlook it this once, if only because said patron was a repeated offender, but anything else might be pushing her luck.

She's halfway through her second drink when the door opens and Yuri walks in. There's nothing about his appearance that strikes her as significant, but he still manages to command her attention— there's an undercurrent that moves through the room, dark energy that makes her feel just a little bit on edge, and that all-too-familiar voice at the back of her head offers his two cents.

"Lookit that, Sunshine! Can't say for sure what he is, but he's some kinda freak. Might just be our guy. Only one way to find out, you know..."

"Shut up," she mutters under her breath, but even so, she grabs hold of her drink and angles herself just slightly towards the door, watching the new arrival with veiled intent, curious. He's probably just here for a drink like anyone else, but Tyrann is right, much as she hates to admit it. He's not human.