If Forrest truly thought Tristan was trying to impress anyone right now, he would only be partially right. This particular outfit was a dressed-down version of his court-appearance attire. He wanted to make a statement while being as practical as he was able to allow himself.

"He's on-edge. Shaq'ti isn't able to get through to him." Ether made Tristan shift his awareness from his own concerns to that of his partner. He'd never seen Forrest this up-tight before. It was actually concerning. He worried that Forrest wouldn't be at his best for what was to come. And he desperately wanted - needed - Forrest at his best here.

A few beats passed and Tristan let him share his experience camping here. Camping? Here!? There weren't any facilities for MILES! Ridiculous. He never understood why people would forsake the creature comforts of a city for the dirty nothingness of the wilderness.

And the bug Pokemon. Tristan HATED the bug Pokemon. Well, the small ones, anyway. They were always bothering him, crawling on him, flying into him. It was terrible.

It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that his team was rather vulnerable to bug-types. No, certainly not that.

And, of course, Damselraed was an exception to this.

"Well, you'll have to find the easiest path for me, I guess." He chuckled, doing his best to try and lighten the situation. He was rather good at playing whatever part he needed to, but Forrest knew him pretty well, and with both of them so on-edge, it was more likely Forrest would see through this. He wouldn't address it, though.

"And at least one of us has to look good as we dismantle this terrorist cell." The smirk on his face could be heard as he spoke, even as his eyes darted around, piercing into the forest and getting updates from Ether.