Juan
"Your pokemon's got the right idea," The words dance through the swirls of steam that decorated the spring's water. Their nature was powerful, for its quality of tone, but soft in its stride. It did not cut through the veils of grey directly, instead, they swirled and played with them like a mystical siren's call. The word's origin was an azure-haired woman resting at the far edge of the spring. Her lower body concealed itself with delicately draped curtains of fog complimented by the aquatic mirror that consumed her. If her voice was not enough, her eyes would convey her relaxed state. Although, it was questionable if her state was the spring's doing or her own nature. Near her was Scizor, her body completely concealed by the pool's gentle grasp. For the most part, one could only her eyes, balls of sunset that move about near Florence like knightly wisps. It appeared that the pokemon, unlike her trainer, was not as good at relaxation.
Marie
Shizu noticed that another trainer and her Scizor were there, which was certainly unsurprising given that the heat from the springs were certainly relaxing. However, something simply felt off with the Scizor, since it didn't look like it was relaxing much at all. Sure, her Aegislash and Beedrill weren't the fondest of hot springs due to their natural vulnerabilities, but they indulged in it anyways. It, however, was a different story, since it looked as if it was still on guard. She slowly made her way over to the other side as to not startle the en zen trainer from their relaxation. "Hello, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you..." She'd start softly.
Juan
Florence gave off a silent warning with a subtle gaze that was quickly hushed away in the steam. "Nothin' personal, Kid," Steam swirled over her eyes as she opened one to observe the other trainer. Her voice was stern but soft like that of a mother. "She just doesn't like people in general." Scizor remained the same, only her head unconcealed by the tempered waters of the spring. However, the blazing sunsets in her eyes cooled as she looked at the other trainer. It was not a sign that she was okay with her presence but a confirmation that it was, indeed, nothing personal. "Sci," She spoke tersely as she rose from the water, streams of aqua falling from her like an ancient monument rising from the sea. Scizor moved towards Florence, halting her march when she situated herself in front of the relaxed woman. "Scizor," She spoke once more as she submerged again, this time keeping a close eye like a submerged trap ready to spring at a moment's notice. "She wants to know your name," Florence chimed with her head resting towards the sky. Her eyes remained closed for she was enveloped by the steam and its relaxing aura.