Listen, sometimes the gods abandon the world they created in a fit of pique and the moon hits them on the ass on the way out. Don't ask Yang, that's just what the giant blue naked lady with all the chains showed them.

The confirmation of a young lady with (possible) cat ears, puts Yang on immediate alert. "You did? Was she wearing a white jacket? Can you show me where you thought you saw her? Please, it could be my partner Blake. I have to find her." Maybe Ruby as well. He doesn't mention scythes, but Ruby might have Crescent Rose folded up, and it doesn't look very scythe-y in that configuration. But you'd figure the red cloak would have sparked a memory...well. Focus on what he did tell you; there's a good chance Blake is nearby. Find her first, and then stick to the Faunus like glue. Until they're all back together. Until they're all safe again.

She shakes her head. "No. Not until they were absolutely sure the rest of us weren't in the area. If I'm still searching, so are they." Huntresses (of which, Yang has to remind herself, she isn't actually one yet, though it increasingly feels since the fall of Beacon like a distinction that no longer matters. Becoming licensed feels so...small, now, knowing what she knows.) operate in teams, and they look out for each other. The others wouldn't stop looking for Yang in just under an hour, in a place like this, and neither will she. "They're here."

They way Yang says it is full of an unshakable confidence, not even a glimmer of uncertainty.