Veritas, Vertigo, and Ether would stay out of sight while Tristan worked the girl. [color=a187be]"She's lying."[/color] He'd tug at his black sport coat to straighten it out after all the running. His black leather shoes were similarly not made for such activity. Good thing they were already so worn in, so he wasn't yet under threat of getting blisters.

Still, his purple hair with the white streak was rather distinctive. However, he was most well-known for his mauve suit, so he hoped his more non-descript, though still well-made and expensive, black outfit would throw her off for a little bit.

[color=bc8dbf]"Yeah, no shit."[/color] he responded telepathically to Ether. Out loud he would move with the young lady. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm Zero."[/color] He started out loud, using an alias he had used before when working with the underground. Hopefully that would make her more comfortable, if she was familiar with the scene, and further distract her from his true identity. [color=bc8dbf]"I work with... [i]her[/i] from time to time."[/color] He wasn't really worried if she responded. He was just trying to calm tensions while trying to help them find a way out. [color=bc8dbf]"Good timing to have a meeting with her..."[/color] He used his annoyance at Forrest's antics to carry through to this fake story.

He'd follow, but wouldn't say anything until they got to a sort of throughway. He was doing his best to come across as non-threatening all the while. [color=bc8dbf]"Hold on..."[/color] he suggested while he took a few moments to look and try to find a way to, at least, the edge of the Wharf. Looking to the sky, the Tower, anything he could use to try to get his bearings. [color=bc8dbf]"This way..."[/color] he guessed, using the sun to travel east.

He hoped she would follow.

Ether, Veritas, and Vertigo stayed nearby, keeping an eye out for anyone that might be following them, or maybe even someone who could be this "Ms. Shade". They would ensure to keep out of line-of-sight of the pair, though. Tristan didn't want her thinking he had any pokemon, and certainly that she wasn't under threat of being attacked by pokemon.

[color=bc8dbf]"She is so going to have to make this up to me..."[/color] He said in a sort of jest, referring to being put in the middle of all this chaos. He'd scoff at himself with the words to try and play up the ruse.

He would hope to lead the pair to the edge of the Wharf, to the eastern edge, and at least have the wall to follow until they might come to some sort of man-door, or other method of getting out of here.

All the while, Tristan communed with Ether telepathically, who then relayed this information to the rest of his team; even Aequitas and Arine. 

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Almost a full foot shorter than Forrest, Aequitas wasn't quite used to being so short; normally being the tallest other than his trainer by only a couple inches. That, and the somewhat patronizing nature of the whole thing rubbed Aequitas the wrong way. Even so, he wouldn't show it. Instead, he would bow his head in appreciation of the sentiment.

Gallade would not reveal what Tristan was up to, and instead await orders from Forrest. He and Arine would be of help while they were here. First, though, he would emit a weak Heal Pulse towards Jonton - only enough to stabilize him and ensure he wouldn't outright die. Arine would move its Aqua Ring to Jonton's fallen Pokemon to save the ones it could. Again, only just enough to prevent death, if they weren't already. Whether this was out of some sort of moral code or merely the pragmatic understanding that they had so much information that could prove useful to quite a few people was, at this point, unclear.