Regan had been on the deck of the ship when the horn blew. She preferred to feel the wind in her hair as the ship sailed toward their destination. It was fun watching for pokemon in the sea, as well. If she were still a trainer, she might fish for some, or just ferry herself to the island on a Lapras. But... she's not. The young woman sighs and looks down at the waters below, as the ship cuts through them on the way to the island. It was then that the ship blew its horn, calling Regan's attention to the horizon. There it was... Before she knew it, they were moored at the dock and disembarking. Regan took a brief look, back at the water below. It was then that she noticed something in the reflection... a pokemon circling overhead. That silhouette! It's a Flygon...

"You followed me all the way here? I told you to go home..." A soft frown curved her lips before she shrugged it off. "Jeez, you always did worry too much." With that, she departed the ship, carefully gazing over the side as she does. "I'd hate to fall." She cringes slightly at the thought before looking over the rangers that were placed to meet them. One in particular caught her eye. He must really like Blaziken. She caught herself staring and looked away suddenly. She thought of something painful...

The rangers started talking about their equipment, though, and Regan started paying attention again. Especially that part about the stylus... it would be bad if she tried to use it and it wasn't even turned on. Even if she was confident about her abilities in a fight, wild pokemon were still potentially quite dangerous.

That was quite the forest they were heading into. She didn't realize the area was quite so tropical until now... but a rainforest meant Terra couldn't see her through the foliage, and she'd be forced to either come down here where she could be confronted, or give up. And as per her habit, she was wearing good footwear for it, too. Combat boots. Somehow, she expected the need to wear them here. And even though she'd been told to get her things before... she had all she needed in her backpack. A side effect of having been a trainer, she supposed... Being able to lug this around without a thought.

She glances over her shoulder as she hears someone rather gleeful toward the back. Hehe, sounds like someone's excited. She drops back to walk next to the boy, noticing how much younger he is. Huh. Well, some people start training at 10, and they make it somehow, so... guess this is alright. "Hey, you're excited too, huh? I can't wait to find out what it's like to use the Styler, myself. I'll just [i]have[/i] to, for a little bit, I suppose..." When she receives her mission... And she should probably scout the crowd to see who her squad mates might be. Pick out who she wants to be in a squad with only to set herself up for disappointment, right? Haha.