Michael
Thorton was pacing back and forth, retracing his steps in his head to try and see if could think of where he left his key when Sylvie came up to him amd interrupted his thought process, not that it was getting him anywhere.

Thorton looked up at the masked indivdual. Wearing a mask and gloves seemed like a good idea. But gloves made it hard to use the touch screen on his data analyzing device, but maybe he could use a mask. He hoped they wouldn't assume he was a lost kid or something. Lots of people assumed he was a kid because of his height and it irratated him a lot.

"I am clearly *Not* Alright. I lost my key and I desperately need a shower." Thorton said, agitated. He felt something slither across his leg and jumped up and screamed. "GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" And he leaped away from the Arbok, not wanting it to touch him. "This day keeps getting worse." He muttered as he tried to recompose himself. He sighed and continued speaking as if that whole scene he just made did not happen. "I do not see how you can help, unless you can magically open my door."
Richie
First thing, Sylvie reached down to the pokemon and lifted it up. The snake tries to stretch away from its trainer to continue examining the stranger, however, Sylvie was quick to bonk it on the head. 
"Don't be naughty, Slinkie. Sorry about him, he likes meeting new people." They wrapped the arbok around their shoulders, allowing it to rest its head ontop of theirs. "I'm Sylvie, I'm sure I could figure something out. I've had a few cases of locking myself out of my house." 

Sylvie tapped the toe of their shoe on the floor in thought, sliding a hand over their sweater to smooth it out. 
"I assume you got in a struggle with a water type?" Sylvie tilted their head a little, raising an eyebrow under their mask. They patted their pockets, teying to scrounge around for the pokeballs stored somewhere on them. "Washie... Crinkle... Softie..." Sylvie muttered the names of their pokemon, attempting to find a specific pokemon. 

Sylvie knew a guy, one could say, pulling out a pokeball. 
"Mind if I pull someone out? My Garchomp might be able to lend a claw." The streamer offered, rolling the pokeball between their palms. They thought that it might bring a little bit of relaxation to the other person. "I just bathed her up, too, so you shouldn't worry about her making things grosser. So no worries about that."
Michael
"Thorton Neziki." Thorton introduced himself. He carefully watched the snake as Sylvie wrapped it around themselves. He stepped back to keep the distance between the two, to avoid being touched and to not transfer his mess to Sylvie. Mostly to not be touched though.

"I disturbed some Surskit... They did not take too kindly too it." Thorton explained. His arms floated at his side, careful not to touch anything or himself and make the situation worse. 

"I suppose." Thorton watched as Sylvie pulled out a pokeball. "Just be careful. What are you planning on doing?" Thorton inquired. "If only the doors used a keypad or card or something digital.." Thorton mumbled to himself. He would be able to get in that way, but of course everything had to be old fashioned.