At first, Melissa hadn't been particularly concerned, despite the apparent casualness of the security checks. She was too wrapped up in her own worries about her parents.<br/><br/>But as the others talked, and as various Pokemon made their appearances, she began to notice that she, perhaps, was the only one in the car who wasn't a trainer. Her lips tightened and she drew further into her seat, looking determinedly out the window.<br/><br/>As much as it made sense for there to be trainers and companions also fleeing the war, she still wished she'd chosen another car. They were putting her nerves on edge, making her keenly aware they might be fighting at any moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>