Some might call him 'nosey', some might call him 'intrusive'. It didn't much matter to Roberto what people called him, since his snooping got him information that was crucial to survival and important to pass on to others. It was kind of the defining feature of a reporter, after all.
So it was no surprise that he'd quickly started keeping track of the auroras that brought new Echoes to the Isle. After all, he had a myriad of people to be looking for, doubled since they found out about the second set of them, and there was no way he was letting any of his kids slip in without him noticing. Hell, as soon as he'd figured out the pattern, he'd set an alarm to check the new arrivals.
The alarm beeped at him while he was settled at his desk, working on putting together an article, and he idly reached over to pluck up his phone and scroll through.
Jinx. What a name. He wondered what kind of person they were as he sorted them into the section of Unknowns on his phone.
He dropped his phone in his haste to get out of his chair, growling to himself as he snatched it up and grabbed his jacket. By the time he got down to the Tower, the new arrivals would probably be shuffled off to their new places. He had to work fast if he was going to track Vash down before he inevitably scuttled off to hide somewhere.
If it was the older one, maybe he'd sit still for a bit. If it was his ... Roberto didn't even know what kind of state he might be in. Time was of the essence either way.
"Stay the hell still for once in your life, kid," he mumbles to himself, getting a ride to the Tower to start with. He'd just have to track him down from there.
It took a couple of hours of asking people and walking around, looking for any trace of the gunman with the red jacket and blonde hair. Of course, he probably didn't have the gun now. Maybe not the coat. Who knew. Either way, he finally, finally tracked down where he'd gone. His new place, apparently. A good choice, at least.
Roberto took a breath and knocked.
