The young woman giggled at Luna's words, and sallied up to her as she fluttered her eyelashes. Well, by "sallied" it was more like a stumble into Luna. "My my, it looks like you are just my type~" She said, the cheesy words sliding off of her tongue with a thick accent. She wore a small tiara-like hairpiece, and a rather... appealing red dress, that wasn't at all disliked if you happened to enjoy a nice view. The band diligently finished their song, and moved onto a higher tempo and faster song, prompting more than a few people to move.

The Boy that Sierra was watching looked up to the men he had entered with with a frown, and tugged on the sleeve of the closer- this one had a mustache, with hair like salt and pepper. The mustachio man bent down quite a far way, for he was rather tall, and put his ear to the Boy's mouth. After a short while later, he brings his head back to where it was with his previous smile replaced with a scowl. He turned to face the boy, who replied to this action with a many hand movements and gesture at the entrance- his eyes noticeably wide. The tall man's companion- equally tall but far more round- had managed to find his way to a booth, and was seemingly enjoying himself while smoking a cigar.

THE WHARF

Officer Anthony ventured deeper into the warehouse in his search, while Richard opened the door with water leaking from beneath the edge. The door opened with a small creak, and Richard found himself in a small office- one that a foreman would use in order to keep track of their deliveries. The water was from an open window, the rain pouring in from the large gap, and frankly- the whole room was a mess. There was an overturned chair, and the drawers of the desk were all in a case of disarray- papers strewn across the top of the desk, several coffee cups placed besides an overflowing ash tray. However, that was all from what light came from beyond the window, for it was still quite dark.