Cecil still felt pretty terrible for not being able to do such a basic thing like tracking, especially when he was supposed to be useful to them. He was feeling close to being a waste of time taking when he was so short compared to everyone else and not able to get any advantage to help try and find her, he was just kind of being taken along with them. If he got lost in the crowd he might end up running further away from them while he tried to look for them, only finding he was unable to see where they were because everybody else was so tall. It was rather awkward, thinking he was going to be of some help going along when he wouldn’t be whatsoever. Maybe he should had asked to stay with the cart, it would certainly limit the risk of him getting lost as well.

Keeping quiet and to himself he simply followed on behind everyone, trying to blend into the background more than try and keep out of the public eye. He didn’t know who might be part of that organisation that wanted him for whatever reason so it was best to try and act normal and not put himself in the limelight. It was one thing to get lost but to be taken away too, that would just be bad for everyone. Looking to Nymira at the mention of a plan he simply shrugged, thinking it was probably going to be obvious what plan he would have once they found where she was taken. He would go in, beat up the guys or accidentally kill them for everyone, get chastised again for it and they’ll all be on their way out again.

With everything being left behind and the others coming up with their own plan of action Cecil fell into the background, acting as the follower once again. There was probably a function inside him that was used for tracking people, but most of what he was had been locked away behind a wall of program that could only be unlocked at certain times that usually followed with the destruction of his enemies. So far he hadn’t really been useful to the others other than getting the job done quicker than they might had been able to do eventually. Maybe if he was able to get onto the rooftops he’d be able to get a good view, but then again he’d probably attract more attention than needed so that wasn’t going to help much either.

It wasn’t until Ethan had found his way to a corpse were they making any progression, his eyes on the dead man for a moment before gasping when the guards had appeared and were very hastily getting them to back off. Looking to them quickly he immediately went and hid behind Nymira, keeping out of the view of the guards. Frowning a little, he looked around before focusing on the woman who spoke to Ethan, staring at her as Ethan practically interrogated her. Well it seemed someone had spotted where she went off to so that was something, but it wasn’t really helping much when the response was so vague too. Looking off towards the direction she pointed in he looked back to see Ethan doing something that was definitely pretty strange to him. Whatever that was he didn’t dwell on it much, instead wondering why he was giving the woman money instead of following the lead she had given them. Zander was busying questioning the woman in a different manner, giving him a quick glance. He really didn’t know what the deal was either, but he didn’t understand much about the living. “Maybe…had her hands full…” He really was pretty useless for this all and was simply following along, waiting for them to make some progress in this search. Maybe it was already too late, but he didn’t know the motives of these people who took her and was just as clueless as everyone else right now.