They were essentially on the same page about this ghoul - what little information was about the same as he had. Getting out there on the street and searching the area was about all they were going to be able to do at this point. He hoped there'd be some sort of direction after that but he highly doubted it. One mystery stacked on top of another. He just hoped it didn't have to do with the hunters... If they were hacking up ghouls, there was a much larger problem at hand.
Outside of that, he was just... slightly late. It had taken him ages to pick out sunglasses, eventually settling on a round pair that he hadn't worn in a while. It had been especially annoying with Amadeus teasing him about it. At least everything else had been simple and if it got ruined, he wouldn't be unhappy - an old, worn-out concert tee and a pair of jeans. His hair was tied back in a bit of leather just to be out of the way.
Ariel had settled against a back alley wall as he waited for the new Nosferatu hound. Hopefully, she wouldn't be as much of a dick as Kjell had started becoming. What he wasn't expecting was a woman who looked... homeless but mostly normal wandering about. His eyes slid over her, about to disregard her, but something made him pause and take a better look. Pale, wolf eyes peered over the rim of the sunglasses. A subtle sniff, a careful listen and it started to add up.
"That entirely depends on how you define a good time," he smirked faintly, "Seen anything interesting tonight?"