Dead silence filled the air as Rebeca stood stock still. Thick layers of foam covered her backpack, arms, legs and the back of her head, though her front side was relatively clear. The edge of the foam began to steam and hiss, crumbling into burnt matter where it came in contact with her skin. 

The first thing to break the silence was a deep rumbling growl that came in pulses from Mihkail’s open mouth, his fangs stark white in the light. A matching sound rang in her head as the Spike Pokemon uproariously processed the situation. Turning slightly to glare at her brother, she started wiping the foam off her arms, releasing more wisps of steam into the air. 

Completing her turn, sure enough, everyone was staring at her. Both the women and the Mayor had their hands covering their mouths, the green-haired man was clearly trying and failing to contain his own laughter, while the others simply stared in abject confusion. Rebeca’s gaze shifted to the Porygon-Z, who was still holding the now useless fire extinguisher, head jittering and shuddering, then she focused down on the woman in the business suit. 

“[color=red]Yours?[/color]” Rebeca’s voice was deadly quiet as she reached up and pulled a glob of foam free from her hair, slinging it from her gloved hand to the floor with a wet ‘splat’.