Angel
When Gillade looked at back at his satchel for his plastic box, it... Wasn't there. Now normally when Gillade lost something, it wasn't a big deal, but this was *Food*. The hunger pranged in his stomach, as the familiar possessive instinctual feeling took over with a vengeance. He bit his teeth, refusing to let any sounds come out, he didn't want to be... Feral in public. As he then attempted to recheck his satchel again after taking a few calming breaths.

It was still empty. 

Gillade let a deep animalistic growl escape from his throat, he was very, very displeased. But quickly attempted to regain composure, it was hard to think... But he needed to retrace his steps. Huffing, he twisted back and began to scour around the plaza for any clues. Unfortunately he didn't mind anything but a keychain, it seemed to have been tugged off — while Gillade normally could make more accurate assumptions... His mind was a bit frazzled as of now.

Who would've been able to steal from his satchel? Gillade wanted to ponder but he was too ticked off to think clearly, at this point and he just wanted his food back.
Felicia
The Kalta Champ was sitting by a fountain, with an Absol by her side. She had just arrived on the island and needed to sit down, she got Airsick on the flight here and was trying to recover. The female then remembered she had to text Professor Abilene and tell her that she got here safe, she was nineteen and Champion of an entire region, but Abilene still treated her like she was still a kid, she can't really blame her though. She reached into her pocket to bring out her phone... To see that it wasn't there! She checked her other pockets, her bag, her suitcase, it was nowhere to be found! She began to internally panic, not because her phone was lost, but because she was worried about Abilene.
Angel
Trying to think rationally while being borderline feral is hard enough on its own but now Gillade has to act like he isn't willing to bite and snap at everyone in public. *Okay, okay, think Gillade, who can scent out the keychain holder? Apollo, yes Apollo!* He gripped onto the key chain and sent out a large Arcanine. Apollo was about to lay down until he noticed the expression on his trainers face, his trainer was feeling under the weather again. 

Cooing softly, Apollo nuzzles his trainer as Gillade put his hands on the soft gigantic cream coloured mane of the canine to relax himself. After his trainer seemed somewhat subdued, Apollo began sniffing the keychain. Gillade, following his Pokemon's lead was now being walked towards what can be seen as a young girl with an Absol. He then instinctively gripping into Apollo, wary — *It's just a human, come on Gillade try to get a hold of yourself* He scolded himself when he made his way towards her.

Apollo took the keychain from his trainer and offered it to the girl, it was clear that Gillade wasn't in no position to speak eloquently — but that's alright, they've been through this routine quite a few times before, it was no surprise.