Jason was treading carefully over the numerous tires and rusty gears among other junk laying in the middle of what used to be a road, constantly looking over his shoulder for the first sign of danger. He'd never been to Pyrite before; as far as he was concerned it had always been a rough city full of dangerous people, the type of stuff his parents had told him about in bed time stories to scare him away from traveling far beyond his home city. If it had been a city of thieves before though, it wasn't much more then a trash heap now, and while he was certainly concerned for his safety he also thought it was a pitiful site to behold. Occasionally among the odd piece of machinery and scorched scrap metal he'd see an abandoned item of intrigue and wonder exactly what the story behind it was. He wondered how many people even still lived here, and how on earth they did it. 

He looked ahead to his traveling companion, who seemed to be having no such concerns. Gyle was working with his Sandshrew to move larger obstacles out of the way, making it somewhat easier for them to navigate. He was happily working along, ridiculously cheerful as always, which despite the help just made Jason feel tired and annoyed and even more concerned for their safety. Gyle didn't seem to think it was important to watch out for rouges or wild Pokemon even in a place like this, absentmindedly working on the goal at hand.