Riding Crop Booth?

If it was possible steam would be blowing out of Glynda's ear right now, on the small stage was another man dressed as her, and in his hand was a replica of her riding crop, the Disciplinarian! Was the weapon a Huntress used no longer scared!

Finally taking her off of that disgusting display and not listening to what he was saying, she looked at the person delivering the speech. Glynda's eyes narrowed as even though the person was wearing a wig with her style she could still make out the dog ears poking out. The person was a Faunus, and the fact that he joined recently was enough to give her reason that he was the person he was looking for.

She could hear the 'entertainment' had finished and now he was speaking to them, but she was too focused trying to look to where the dog Faunus would keep their personal items. There was a curtain that must've lead back stage, it wasn't a sure thing but she knew that would be the best area to keep any sort of information to what the White Fang would be planning.

With everyone's attention directed toward the Faunus she made her way backstage. She started rummaging through the personal items.

"Come on, come on." Glynda muttered under her breath, if she could find some sort of connection to the terrorist group then she could leave.

Her eyes widened as she found it! It wasn't much but with this could lead James and his army one step closer to ending this. Not having any pockets she stuffed the papers down her black boots.

Right as she finished the curtains leading to the front stage whipped wide open. Her green eyes widened as they stared back at the faunus's brown.

"Um.." She was having trouble to try to come up with a reasonable excuse.