(OOC: Based on context, I'm guessing she has her Pokemon out? If not, let me know and I will edit my post.)

As Chance reached a break in the massive line of tall buildings, he noticed a girl with Pokemon pass by on a street adjacent to him. He recognized one as... something that starts with an M. More importantly, it was a ghost type. Guessing by the appearance of the others, he guessed they were also ghost type, though one might be fire type. 

Chance glanced back at his normal type, who was rooting through her folds of fat, probably searching for some leftover popcorn. It would be a tough match for both types involved. But a confident smirk appeared on Chance's face; he liked his odds.

Chance returned Lucy to her pokeball and quickly weaved through streets and alleys, not at a running pace but fast enough to catch up to the girl in a couple blocks. The blonde jumped a bit when he rounded a corner and nearly bumped into the girl, but he composed himself quickly.

"Hey," Chance greeted casually. "Lookin' for a battle? If so, you've found it."