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Hmm.

Her frown was as thin as a follicle and creasing narrower by the seconds. Cetus's target, in all her fiery headed goodness, was simply flopping around town like a Magikarp out of water. Her companion, however, is what brought about the spewing spout of agitation from the older woman. It was her main concentration, but it is also what brought about her problem. You see, her task was a simple one: steal back the merchandise that was sold and present it to the organization preferably in its original containment for handling. If such a pretty little thing could bring in so much money, why not steal it back, sell it again, and repeat the process? It was a goddamn beautiful idea, but impossible with the attention-deficit floating feline constantly looking everywhere. It left her glued to corners as she stalked her sect's customer, making it harder to get close and actually get her grubby fingers on the grubby Mew.

A vine of smoke trailed itself from the ciggy tautly held between forefinger and middle. It polluted the casual air about her, driving away many who also chose to lean comfortably against the brick wall behind her. Cetus breathed deeply, sniffing a bit from the smoke, as she watched Ai from afar. She had been following the dame for some time, though the amount of time was implacable. She did not hide her features, a rare feat indeed for the amateur concealer, but took the moments in stride. Team Galactic had given her the task only an hour ago, so she didn't have time to prepare a get-up.

Schemali was hooked behind the grunt's neck, resting peacefully as a handy neck warmer. When Cetus's raised her fingers to touch upon the feline's head, she nuzzled her nose into the warmth of her palm and purred a cute, "Purr~mrrow." She was to be Cetus's small spy if her target happened to slip someplace narrow. Thankfully, such a moment did not occur yet.

Her spirit inched a bit upward as her gaze locked onto the Mew's mismatched eyes. Had she been caught? She was ready to bolt when she noticed the Mew was suddenly tugged away by it's capricious owner. "Off again?" the middle-aged woman sighed with a flick of ash to join the filth below. Where exactly was the target headed? Cetus was getting a bit restless pretending to be a ninja, but she wouldn't rest until Ms. Bennet chose a destination to stay put. Or until her kitty decided to stray away. Both options would work to her favor.

Pushing herself from the wall, Cetus followed a slow trek behind Ai to keep a lengthy distance. She had already been spotted, yes, but she wasn't going to fold. No - it just fueled her drive more. She was going to obtain her merchandise no mater what.

Noticing her target turn a corner, Cetus hurried her step not lose the trail. To her utter surprise (and equal delight), the Galactic Grunt stood at the mouth of an alley's dead end. How surprising. The fair-haired princess had wandered deep into the witch's trap. Now it was time for introductions. She couldn't watch from afar now, not with her target caught in a three sided cage.

Cocking her head to the side, Cetus approached her target with a placid air. But Kimiko would certainly catch that her atmosphere was actually quite drafty. Cetus's intention was to only follow, not approach. Defying her own plans made her jittery. What is she said something wrong? Arceus damn it, she wasn't going to fail again.

"Are you alright?" she questioned, her tone soft like pillow cotton. "You seem lost, do you need help?"

Schemali's eyes fluttered open and she watched Ai with a sleepy stare. Oh, Cetus already got the Mew? Oh, alright. Back to sleep she goes. She wasn't really needed anymore, right?

Cetus was tempted to say, "Come here often?" but than she'd be pulling a page out from her ex-Casanova's book of perpetual idiocy, so chose to let the phrase slide off back into the darkened chambers of her mind. Besides, playing jokes didn't seem a great way to garner the trust of this gal. No, but what could she do? Cetus really wasn't a master at making friends . . . nor conversation for that matter unless she commented, complimented and complained about every single detail in the world.

Her chuckle was a melodic hum from her throat as she flashed Ai another smile bellied with the same sweetness of the woman's before tone. "Really," she breathed in the same sing-song manner with a hint of lemony humor, stepping aside to allow the woman passage. "Didn't think today's youth chose grimy alleyways as places to trap their stalkers. In reality, your choice to wander here certainly sets your follower up with more of an advantage, heh. If you're being followed, wouldn't it be better to just go to the police? I could take you to a nearby station, if you please." Or to another slimy alleyway to knock her around and get what she wanted.

Her ears perked up towards the name Ai and without hesitance, her tongue translated her thoughts. "Anata no koto o kiita koto ga nai (Never heard of you)," she replied towards the woman, clamping her mouth shut before she decided to spew more of her mother's dead language. Yea, she was fluent, but that part of her died along with her lost momma. It didn't feel right speaking such meaningful gibberish unless it was to the same mouth that taught her it. Still, the name Ai partnered with the surname Bennett surely made her brows hill. It was an odd combination, like her old, forgotten name until she adopted her mother's identity.

"Shinju," she replied as she followed after the woman, keeping up her following with clean persistence. Ai's attitude pissed her off tenfold, but Cetus could remain with a pretty much tolerable air among her until she got what she wanted. Too bad these moments were not working out in her favor. "Late for a date?" Cetus rose the question like a curious sister. "No wonder you're in such a hurry."

"Hmm."

At the thoughtful rumble, Schemali opened her eyes slowly (with a few blinks here or there) before awaking fully. She cast a careless verdant stare onto Ai and sassed her with silent thoughts. Humans really were all the same, hmm? Especially females with their firm brick-by-brick attitudes. They crumble so easily, leaving them defenseless, but just as quick as they fall so can they be rebuilt. Truly fascinating, especially from the POV of a lazy feline whose personality fluctuated between boring and dull.

"Places to go, people -- or person, for the matter -- to see." Cetus mused. "You're surely getting far just standing there."

Cetus knew her humorous joking and jabs was like stretching a rubbery band. 'Twas why she was not surprised to be snapped back with a horrific throng of glares from the younger woman. She returned the scowls a mundane little smile and reveled in the nostalgic tinge. Ah, this girl -- Ai -- reminded her a bit of her younger self; doesn't take s**t from no one, yet quick to anger when jabbed here or there. Cetus could smile or laugh when in the woman's presence. She was pretty much a second, well, her.

When Ms. Bennett turned and trotted off, Cetus did not answer her. Instead, she kept up step with her. When her destination was met, it was also Cetus's. Finally, after that short silence through travel, Cetus replied, "I do. I just so happened to be traveling to this quaint little cafe too." Her mouth stretched upwards after her reply as she expelled a yawn and as quick as it opened, so did it close. "What a sleepy afternoon . . . " Sea green eyes glanced to the Mew than and she registered its size to memory. It wasn't an important factor, but she had her reasons.