The girl inhaled the clean, cold air of the gate, looking around hesitantly. It was so... well kept here, so orderly that she had trouble accepting it as part of the city. There were signs on the wall, ones that were impossible for her to read. She saw some woman in a uniform, and stepped over. "Hey. Where does this go?"

The woman picked her head up, and her eyes took in the girl's appearance, seeing the dirt, the tattered clothes, the tired eyes. This wasn't the first time the girl had been looked at like she was less than a bug Pokemon. It was getting old. "It goes to Route 5 and elsewhere." The woman said in a curt tone. Her eyes were cold. "I must remind you, [i]miss/[/i], that we have the Kalos regional police on watch 24-7 for potential thieves." 

The girl felt her fists curling, and she fought back a wave of emotion. A thousand things were coming to mind, and she tried to beat them back before she said something nasty. "I'm not a thief." Anymore. 

"All the same, soliciting tourists for money is not allowed, and-" 

The girl felt her patience snap. "Listen up, you bitch! All I want to do is get out of this city, and you're going to tell me where I'm going next!"