Isaiah grunted as the woman ran into him from behind, crashing them both into the ground. "Oh for the love of all that's holy." He groaned, looking up into the eyes of the woman as she backed off. "Well. This is unexpected...." He glanced over to the supposed regime officer, rolling up and back onto his feet in one fluid move that kept his eyes on Jackson at all times. His hand reached back to his hip, where the gun he once carried openly no longer rested. "Great...."

Then Jackson introduced himself and Isaiah's eyebrows rose. He considered the possibilities. He didn't have a pokemon, and wasn't armed. The man obviously had both. The woman... Well, Isaiah wasn't sure what she had. But he had a feeling she wasn't holding a gun. Non-regime members tended to shoot first, ask questions later when their lives were in danger. And for good reason. So... There was no good reason for Jackson to keep them alive if he was a regime member. At least, not without using his gun to do it. "Just... call me vantage...." He said, glancing to both of them and waiting, knees bent some and an obviously cautious nature to his body language.

[@A Tattooed Girl]