Kitten whirled in alarm, unsure of where she'd wound up. She had meant to go home, and instead, she was here. The roads were paved differently than at home, neither dirt nor evenly cut cobblestones, and the buildings were built with very different materials and styles. She chirped plaintively, but only for a moment.

She did want to find a way home, but right now, there was curiosity to be satisfied. Who knew if she would have this opportunity again? She approached the nearest building, sneaking past a security guard with the camouflage spell she had recently picked up. If the building was guarded, perhaps people inside would be well-informed as to the state of affairs in her current location. She could hope, at least.

Kitten passed through one door, and when she came to one that did not open automatically, she whistled. The door stubbornly held out just a moment before giving in and letting her pass.

'Naval Criminal Investigative Service' read a sign on the wall. Kitten pondered this. Her initial hunch had been correct. Investigators would at least be well informed, and information was what Kitten was after.

She dropped the camouflage spell and waited for someone to take note of her.