[h3][color=#FFCC66]Pent[/color][/h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/ms4Ow8a.png[/img] [color=#46bddf]Shinon the Lucario[/color], [color=#A0E6FF]Aenir the Froslass[/color], [color=#CEC8EF]Jill the Skarmory[/color] [b][Route 701][/b] [@BytheSpleen][@Light Lord][@Draconequis] When Sirina spoke about exchanging numbers, Pent looked over. [color=#FFCC66]"Oh... yes, I suppose that would be helpful. Let's see here..."[/color] Pent almost fell over digging through his pack when finally Aenir floated over, using Psychic to lure out a blue handheld device. A technophile would identify it as Lysandre Lab's very own Holo Caster. Though it had a strap to hang around the neck, Pent found it uncomfortable. Clearly, falling over to get to it was [i]a significant improvement[/i]. The floating Holo Caster made its way over to Sirina so that she could enter her number. Aenir the Froslass looked to her expectantly. At Nana's words Aenir let out a huff. [color=#A0E6FF][/color] Glancing to Nana she replied, [color=#A0E6FF]<...I see. I suppose that sheds some light on Pent's... apprehension towards help. He's finally now accepted the fact that sometimes it's necessary, but...>[/color] Putting a ribbon-like hand to her forehead she let out a soft groan, [color=#A0E6FF][/color] Almost like magic, Devon offered Pent assistance. Assistance the man loathed, but most definitely needed. A lot. A soft, defeated groan escaped the professor's lips. [color=#FFCC66]"I-I'll be... fine. If I'm slowing everyone down... don't worry, you can go on ahead. I won't take offense. I can meet up with everyone in the next city, or if Jill wakes up I could potentially fly there..."[/color] It was clear the man was babbling. Shinon gave him a little nudge. [color=#FFCC66]"I really do not wish to cause everyone problems. If you're hungry or tired, it's fine..."[/color] With those words said, he continued to awkwardly trudge along.