As a man whose work life revolves around a graveyard shift, it was not unusual for Austin to be wide awake at midnight. Also, the moonlight felt particularly beautiful tonight, or maybe it really was the only thing that he has gotten used to staring at during the nights. When the train security came by to do their routine inspection of Pokemon smuggling, it would only be then he turned his attention away to get up and sit down upon their orders.<br/><br/>After the security guard had finally left the cabin, he takes a look at his feet to whisper,<b>"It's clear Gastly."</b><br/><br/>Ghost Pokemon were a very easy smuggle considering that they are ghosts and are capable of phasing through objects. The ball of purple smoke, just about 125% the size of Austin's head did not come from the floor however, but she had came out of the floor under the blue kid, before she made her way over to her trainer.... through the seats where the other passengers sat.<br/><br/>This mischievous phasing was common for his Gastly. She had grown fond of such foul play when she acts as one of the restless spirits that haunt the night at the cemetery. Heck, the scare act works well on Pokemon, especially how they're too scared to move all the time. After rushing to Austin, he gives the floating gas ball a big hug before she sets herself down in his lap.<br/><br/>Austin just noticed the green froggy "girl" walk in and he gives his two-finger acknowledgement to her to say that he got the message of the available things she offering. That just reminded how hungry Austin actually was, but he couldn't insist on taking her snacks.  After all, he's pretty certain that many of the passengers on this train, if not all of them are fleeing Kanto for the damage that is going on back there, just like he is.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>