Naturally, Senjen was confused in the message he received. It was...something, alright, but what that “something” was, he could not guess. It was not even words, though it was sent to a port meant for communications. It was not as if his translator was failing, because the data itself was jumbled. Corrupted, maybe? If Light had just bought a new suit, then maybe its transmitter was busted? In any case, Senjen had to err on the side of caution. It was his job to keep Light safe, so he had to investigate. 

Distracted as he was, Senjen was not sure if the shopkeepers had responded to his question, or what they said if they had, but he did not have time to worry about that at the moment. “I...sorry, I have to go check on something. I’ll be back, probably, but...I have to go.”

"Your message is garbled, what are you trying to say?" Senjen sent back in response. Regardless, he knew where Light had gone. He still had the spot marked on his map, and following it led him to a long, rectangular warehouse. He doubted the place got very many non-QV visitors, so he expected he would be drawing some attention the moment he floated through the door. It closed quickly enough behind him that he was scarcely able to yank his tail out of the way of it before it sealed. His awkwardness aside, he tried to keep calm when he spoke to the QV woman tending the shop. “Hi...there, I’m looking for a Quelun-Vosh friend of mine. Ligh- or, um...Into-The-Abyss-In-Search-Of-Light. Have you seen him?”