[color=Green][b]"Whatever, man. Houstank works for me."[/b][/color] Harland said, nodding as he appraised and continued to look over his new companion.

[color=Green][i]It might be able to smuggle a lot of stuff in all that extra skin. Might've just got a good holder.[/i][/color] He thought.

[color=Green][b]"What up, Scraggy?"[/b][/color] He said, nodding in appropriate "cool bro" fashion. The creature didn't seem quite up to Harland's standards in terms of chill, as it continued to stare at him, unblinking.

[color=Green][b]"Right, we'll work on that."[/b][/color] He said, pressing the button on his pokeball and withdrawing Scraggy into it. With a curious look, he stepped over to the provided supplies, grabbed a set that seemed like it'd be useful, and started to work on equipping himself as casually as possible, so that he wouldn't look like some dorky hiker or something.

Harland wasn't too keen on the idea of immediately setting out and working up a sweat, but his own plans would only stagnate if he opted to hang around any longer. There would likely be bountiful opportunity for him in Houstank, as well as any of the other cities and towns they came across. People had needs everywhere, after all.

[color=Green][b]"Any idea what kind of pokemon we can expect to run into on the way there, if that is where we're headed? Or what kind of condition they might be in?"[/b][/color] Harland asked the beanie-wearing guy. He seemed to have his shit together, and Harland was quick to settle into a decidedly non-leading position in their budding little group's hierarchy.