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Amelia wasn't able to make out much about the two who had been with the truck, but given the ruckus that was going on all around them, she was happy to be able to make out any detail at all. Once she was done, she looked around to see how the chaos had evolved and it wasn't a pretty sight. The sight of the ancient pokemon getting taken underground by pokemon that must've belonged to the attackers of the truck. The sight did more then upset her a little but she held it in for now, since getting emotional wouldn't do them much good at the moment.

When Dawkin talked to a Tyrunt that stopped by them, she looked at the pokemon. She hoped the little guy would come with them, so they could at least keep it safe. Even saving one of these fossil pokemon would be enough to help cope with the feeling of powerlessness she felt about the whole situation. Regardless of whether the Tyrunt went with them or not, she would agree with Dawkin and move away from the scene when given the chance. When they did so, she would give a silent pray for the ancient pokemon caught in the chaos, hoping they would all be okay.