<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.ibb.co/Lhx8WCk/Z04.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hinawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>S.S Radiant Entrance<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Being Not Impressed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Abel, Missy, Sandy, the other tenants!<br/><hr/><br/>Oh right, the squid couldn't go through walls. Sandy remembered just in time before Hinawa decided to be nice and just blast a hole in the wall for Abel, though, so there wasn't any property damage just yet. With a sigh, she floated after their guide and her chompy little ghost companion, wondering just who the trainer in that relationship really was. She glanced towards the squid briefly as they followed, wondering if she really could work together with him. After all, she really wasn't a people person at all... but on the other hand, he wasn't human. Well, not fully, at least. So if her partner she already had was fine with it, then maybe it'd work out. And if not, digging a shallow grave on a tropical island shouldn't be too hard.<br/><br/>"Dunno what you're on about, but tell me if you find any fire-proof rope." whispering back to Abel, she thought of a few 'fun' things to perhaps try on Sandy if she got on the Mismagius' nerves more.<br/><br/>Speaking of shallow graves, maybe Sandy would need one shortly, from her reaction and failed terrible excuse at meeting the other tenants suddenly. Also lead by a ghost. Huh. Was this becoming a trend? The other tenants, as she presumed, weren't fully human either. Even better. She floated a bit higher, legs crossed under her now as if she was sitting in mid-air, not able to suppress a slight smirk as she gave the laziest wave this side of the Jelly Islands. "Yo. Name's Hinawa."<br/><br/>Her glowing eyes went over them all in more detail briefly. A black Charizard? Neat. She had never really seen a shiny before, let alone a gijinka. The woman with the child... Huh. She couldn't actually place her, but seeing a child already made her regret coming here. She'd blow a fuse or two if that thing started crying. Judging by her ears and the physique she could see, the other woman was much easier to place as some sort of fighting type. A Mankey, perhaps? Well, she'd probably just always leave her own door locked and rarely if ever interact with any of these guys. Hopefully, at least.<br/><br/>"Hey, Abel. Ten Pokédollars say we're about to see Sandy run for her life." lowering her voice towards her fellow treasure hunter, her smirk got a bit more mean-spirited than it already was.