It had already been an interesting day at Cafe Magmar. Strangers weren't exactly a rare occurrence, but so many in one day, and all of them asking about Willow's ridiculous Adventurer's Guild idea was quite weird. Then there was the arrest right in front of the shop, and some Rhyhorn stampeding through... it was only just past the lunch hour, and already Magby was ready to close up shop and go suck its thumb in cowering terror in the corner. Of course Magmar would have nothing of that, though, even when a be-caped Abra teleported right behind Magby and made him jump a whole two feet into the air.

"Heh heh, did I scare you? My apologies." Abby surveyed the scene with mild interest before shrugging and walking around the quaking baby Pokemon. He grinned and he skirted the remnants of the recent Rhyhorn stampede, and spotting the culprit still jammed into the wall, surrounded by officers who tried to pull him out while also trying to get the crowd to move along. And, of course, where he wasn't wanted was the perfect place for Abby.

"Hello, officers, what appears to be the problem today?" he asked with a cheerful tone as he approached the scene.

"Nothing to see here, move along, please," one of the Growlithe responded without turning around from trying to pry the wall off of their suspect.

"Ah, of course," Abby said, complying by walking past and right into the police house. He could deal with the Rhyhorn later if necessary, but for now he was here for something else.

"Hello. What do you need?"

"Ah, yes, I'd like to speak to the-" Abby's response was interrupted as the object of his journey came barging out through the back door. "Yes, him."

Sergeant Arcanine was also not having a very good day. First the Adventurer's Guild, then suspicious strangers beating up his sheriffs, and now he was hearing that someone had attempted to break into the jail. He was just on his way to deal with that when the Abra foolishly stepped right into his path, forcing him to come to a stop or run over the idiot. He growled in frustration, "Please get out of the way citizen."

"Oh, I was just wondering about the Pancham you have here. There's nothing stopping her from leaving." Abby continued smiling at the toothy mouth inches from his face, his eyes glowing a brighter red for just a moment.

"There's nothing stopping her from leaving. Now get out of my way!" Abby did as commanded, and the Arcanine barged out the door to go handle the situation outside.

"You heard the boss. So, you'll get the Pancham for me right away." Abby had turned his attention to the Growlithe behind the desk, who nodded along wonderingly.

"I'll get the Pancham for you right away, just wait a moment." The Growlithe fiddled around until he found his keys, and then retreated into the back rooms, Abby hot on his heals.

He glanced back but nodded when Abby assured him "Everything is okay." They made their way to the cell where Isra was being kept. The Growlithe unlocked her cell and ran off when Abby shooed him away.

"You're free to go, ma'am. I'm sure that everyone is extremely sorry about the misunderstanding," Abby informed her, bowing and gesturing to her things.