"I don't know her by name," Amarok said. His body language shifted slightly, almost imperceptibly. "Silent, carries an umbrella. Pretty freakin' cocky, even though I'm sure I could drop-kick her over a fence if she didn't put up a fight. Frankly, I'm not interested in Torchwick."

Amarok took out his Scroll, flashing an illustration of a Faunus man wearing a Grimm mask. "His name's Adam Taurus. Pretty high up in the White Fang, as close to the top as I can tell. Surveillance puts him at a number of crimes, including an attempted heist of a Schnee Dust Company freight train.

"Based on the scent, you must be on a team with the heiress Weiss Schnee. Passed her before at Beacon. No matter what perfume she wears, her scent is still unmistakable."