The woman shook her head, clearing cobwebs, before looking to the boy holding her and shook her head. For a second, her expression was one of rage before quieting and becoming clearly pained. "Not without help. Normally I'd use my crutch, but it was likely destroyed. So you get the honor of keeping me up until you can find something else." She groaned and shook her head again before checking her pockets. Swift pats to every one, [i]pat-pat-patta-pat-pat[/i] Checking her pockets for her pokemon. FIrst she found one, then another, then one more. All three accounted for. "Good, they're all alright." She clapped her hands together and looked to the person next to her. "Alright, what needs done here?"

She turns back to survey to the chaos before bringing out one of the balls and unleashing the being within. A Smeargle emerged from within and looked at her, before saluting with a spray of paint from its tail. She looked to him then pointed at the guy holding her up. "See him, whatever he says, please do. People are at stake. And we don't like losing people, don't we, Sketch?" The Smeargle nodded before looking to the boy holding her up.