Leyna raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as the group filtered out. She helped the white haired girl to sit down before letting go and trying to collect herself. She listened as the others elaborated on what exactly had gone so wrong.<i>Aphrodisiac?</i>She thought to herself as they determined the effect of the Tentacruel's initial attack.<i>I don't remember anything in my mother's Pokedex about that.</i><br/><br/>She dismissed the thought, though. It was good, for the moment at least, to be safe. She breathed a moment, closed her eyes, enjoyed the sun on her face, felt its warmth radiating through her soaked body. She set her bag down on the sand and extended her arms as if to embrace the sky. After a long few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at the others. She clenched her jaw and averted her eyes, feeling profoundly uncomfortable near them as they were, equal parts naked and drugged. She pulled off what was left of her over shirt and gave it a toss toward them.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Here. If anyone needs it... for you know...</span>She looked away again, and began scanning the horizon for any signs of civilization. She put a hand on her hip and raised the other over the brow to shield her eyes from the sun as if it would help her see what wasn't there.<br/><br/>And that was the very problem. There was nothing there. They were on the edge of the ocean with a rock face to their back, beach stretching out as far as she could see.<span style="color: blue"><i>Damn...</i></span>she muttered quietly to herself.<br/><br/>She gave a lingering look at the cabin away on the beach, no signs of life near it. It would serve as shelter, but she didn't need shelter. She needed food and supplies, and a warm bath, soft bed... she needed to find a town with people in it and a Pokemon center and Mart. She needed some something normal around her, something like it was supposed to be, like her mother had told her stories about. She wanted nothing more in all the world than to wish away the crash and the cave, and to be standing, instead, in a train station preparing for the adventure into the wild lands of the islands, Pokeball in hand, Pokemon at her side.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly. But she wasn't in a town, or a train station. She was so far from how her days as a trainer were supposed to begin, so far from how she had always dreamed about them being. She wanted to curl up and cry.<br/><br/>She tried to shake off the urge to cry, and couldn't, so she dropped to her knees in the sand, opened her bag and buried the feeling in her supplies.<i>No time to cry, no time to think. Have to figure out what to do.</i>She told herself with a lump in her throat and the edges of her vision blurring as she held back the tears.<br/><br/>Two Pokeballs, One Growlithe, One Zubat. Some snack food, and a potion. She counted, then paused, looking at the dwindled contents. Her lips parted and she looked back at the cave entrance.<i>Damnit!</i>she thought, angrily. She had dropped the First Aid kit when the Tentacruel attacked.<br/><br/>The need to find a town, and immediately, had become even more urgent. She nodded to herself, closed her bag, and shouldered it. She opened her belt bag, and pulled out the Pokedex, still wet. She wiped its case on her pants and stuffed it under her belt to let its holster and it dry.<br/><br/>Leyna started down the beach toward the abandoned house, intent to scavenge it for supplies before either heading down the beach to an inevitable coastal town, or into the jungle. She was a good dozen paces from the group when she realized, whether by someone calling out to her or by her simply remembering that she wasn't alone, that telling them, at least, what she was doing would be wise.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">I uhm... I'm going to check that house for supplies.</span>She said, half turning towards them, though not actually looking at any of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>