Rina was sitting in a chair nearby the telephone and teleporter, waiting to see if she felt like switching out any of her party members when a boy walked by.<em>Was he talking to me?...Who the hell was that?</em>He had efficiently caught her attention, and she sat down the newspaper she was about to read, completely missing the article about missing trainers plastered on it. She stood, walking up the stairs to the upper, loft-like setting. She followed him to an information counter. She had already visited, and was waiting on her free meal. Nothing more than some rice balls and a small piece of meat, but still, food was food. "Excuse me...do I know you?" she said, standing behind him with a hand on her hip, looking him over curiously.<em>He couldn't be talking about that pathetic excuse for a battle...could he?<em></em></em>