As they headed fully into the brighter lights of South main, the dirt on the girl's skin was visible. She was grubby, and her face was thin. It was also rather young looking, almost innocent under all the grime and weariness. There were dark circles under the girl's closed eyes. Her clothes were worn and tattered, and she was wearing a pair of dirty sneakers, with a visible hole in one of the bottoms. Her t-shirt had once been pink, there was a faded picture of a Chansey that was barely visible. Her jeans were a very washed out blue, with rips and tears that the stylish would have paid money for. All in all she looked like a starving kid dressed in over people's too-large handouts.

The girl's Liepard padded beside the man with the lab coat, her eyes fixed on her unconscious trainer.