Sweatervest slammed the door behind him and stormed off in a huff. Malie wasn't sure what his deal was, but obviously the guy had some serious personal issues. 

"...If you wanted a drink, you coulda' just asked for one...", she grumbled, confused and a little irked by Sweatervest's petty attitude and totally baseless aggression. She could too possible passup this offer, thank you very much. She flicked her wrist to close the cover of her pokedex. Just as she was about to shove it back in her pocket, however, it buzzed again. With a sigh, she flipped it back open and tapped the read button, pulling up a short message urging her to leave for the boat. She didn't know this place even had a dock, much less it's own boat. Why didn't they just use ride pokemon like everyone else?

With a heave of effort, Malie pulled herself upwards into a comfortable slouch, tucking her Slakoth under one arm as if it were some kind of adorable braindead gym kit. Presumably the other two members of Team Silver (tentative) had already found the place after ditching her, but Malie never had the greatest confidence with directions. Alola's architecture was, as a rule, entirely linear, and she liked it that way.

She shuffled over to the room two and poked her head in through the doorway, craning her neck upwards to look at some four-eyes standing in front.

"Hey, I'm from Team Heart Gold. You guys wouldn't, like... Y'know, know where I'd find a boat..?"