Leyna's senses were coming to at last. She became increasingly aware of the trembling in her body, equal parts cold shivers and the aftereffects of shock. She rubbed her face and blinked a few times, before trying to more thoroughly observe her surroundings. She heard an echoing screech and looked up, blinking as her eyes picked out the Zubats flittering around the roof of the cavern among those that were hanging peacefully, yawning and scratching at their wings.<br/><br/>She smiled, looking at them. She didn't need her Pokedex to know what they were, but she had never seen a Zubat in the wild before. A scratching kerthunk returned Leyna's attention to the rocky shore, where a Shuckle had wormed one of its tentacles into a crevice and dislodged a rock which had clattered down into the water. She sat, watching the pokemon for a moment, before looking around, seeing at last the cave in its entirety. It was a rather peaceful nook, a secluded habitat.<br/><br/>A call from nearby caught her attention. The survivors were moving, and one of them had suggested they gather. Leyna thought for a moment then shakily got to her feet. She wasn't injured as far as she could tell, though from the cold and trauma of whatever had caused the train car, and her, to end up in the cave was still running its course.<br/><br/>She lifted up her bag, felt its weight and shouldered it. Water was still draining from it. She watched her footing carefully as she made her way to the gathering group. Trainers, it looked like, as most of them were accompanied by pokemon. Leyna felt the weight of the pokeball in her hand, wishing that its contents was showed the same companionship as the other trainer's pokemon did.<br/><br/>She paused when she reached the group, looking around at them. She was oblivious to the matted mess her hair had become, though it wasn't much of a step down from its usual wild mess, as was she oblivious to the increased transparency and fit of her pants in their soaked state.<br/><br/>She sat down on a rock, with her knees together and plopped her bag on her lap, while nearby a Shuckle was probing some rocks. . She looked at the others, then began sifting through her things. Five empty pokeballs, a can of Repel, antidote, a potion, food stuffs, and a first aid kit. She withdrew thec an of repel, which had a dent in it, and its applicator was cracked. She shook it next to her ear. Nothing. She sighed and stuffed it back in her bag, not wanting to litter the cave with it. The potion was intact, she noted, as were four of the pokeballs, though the fifth had been hit by something hard enough to crack the casing. A few moments more digging revealed half of her food items had been rendered inedible. Only the smaller food bars that were sealed in plastic had survived, though they had been meant for snacks, not meals. The first aid kit, contained in a solid, durable case had survived intact.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Is anyone..."</span>She coughed a bit as she tried to speak, clearing her throat,<span style="color: blue">"Is anyone hurt...? I've got an aid kit."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>