Their conversation was interrupted as one of the Ranger leads addressed them all with a commanding voice. They were to take a pledge, and were thus given one. She holds her Styler high and repeats the words, her eyes closed. She doesn't flinch away from the Styler's zap, instead slowly lowering the device to her chest. She must take the pledge to heart.

The device was active now, huh?

Regan opened her eyes and turned her head down to look at it, holding it in her opened palm. She stares at it for a moment before starting to fiddle with it. If this was the tool of her trade, she should figure out how to work it. She was in the middle of busying herself with that when tragedy struck.

It was the hair on the back of her neck that alerted her. She turned her attention upward and caught sight of the massive ghost-type. Panic stuck immediately, and she froze. A Dusknoir!? That's crazy! Forgetting what she held in her hands, her left swings aside and her right goes for her poke-

Oh. Shit.

The ex-trainer's eyes turned quickly to confirm before turning again to look at the weird shape in her left hand. The styler... but could she manage it? Using this tool, in this situation? She looked up, into the sky, watching that Flygon's silhouette. It's found her again now, and was descending rapidly. The woman's eyes narrowed and she gripped the Styler tightly, before taking a stance. She'd just have to prove it, then. Even if it was a [i]ghost[/i] pokemon in front of her.

Oh. It went away.

"..." Silence, and a dead rookie. She wondered how some of the others would react to that. Most likely, not everyone on that boat was prepared to encounter death. Not so soon. And with their missions coming up in only a few hours, they could not afford to be distracted by something like this. Standing and giving it idle thought would do no good, so she turned to her group. "If I might get the opinions of my teammates. What do you think of the appearance of such a powerful ghost pokemon in this area?" Herself? It bothered her. She wouldn't expect to run into ghost pokemon here. Not at this time of day, either. "It was awfully aggressive, too, wasn't it..."

The Flygon has flown away.