Now, she was trying to speak to him. Was it too much to ask for her to speak english? Ridge had figured as much. She was feral after all. It took an average of 100 or so hours of work to make a feral speak english at least somewhat good english. Add another 50 hours or so to that to make them perfectly fluent. But at the current time Ridge did not have the energy nor the focus to compound all of it down to a few seconds.<br/><br/>His hand hurt like hell, his lab coat was damaged, and he was on a rickety catwalk above hazardous materials. All of that equalled bad situation. But what could get him out of it was going to be whatever he had on hand. Going into his backpack was out of the question. So all he had left were what was in his pockets. He reviewed in his head what he still had. A water bottle, his wallet, keys, pokedex, and a single pokeball. The pokeball, wallet, and keys were all useless but the water bottle on the other hand. That had some potential.<br/><br/>Fire types hated water with such a passion they hated to even bathe because of it. And from the looks of her she was a fire type. All of that fiery hair and the ability to breath fire was a big hint. But he could have made that analysis just based off her feathery skin. Typically, water angered a fire type pokegirl, but sometimes when used on a feral it could possibly make them hesitate due to not being exposed to water in so long. He hoped she was the latter and not the former. But it seemed like a perfectly viable plan. And now all he had to due was try it out.<br/><br/>He slowly pulled it out of his pocket while he stared at the TorchChick. He untwisted the cap while resting the bottle against his hip. He was not defeated. He could get out of this. There was always a way out. The water bottle was only 75% full, but that would be enough to hopefully stun her. He moved a step closer to her. And then he swung his hand that had the water bottle in it. He could see the water splash out. But he did not care if it hit her or not. It was a very good distraction. He ran to the side of TorchChick. He looked out at the doorway in the far distance. He was going to make it out this time, he hoped. There was nothing that he could foresee that would stop him from leaving the factory, unless the TorchChick still managed to catch him.