The pokegirl pair exchanged a look that deemed the price for this vendetta too high as the TorchChick in front of them hissed plumes of smoke out of her mouth. No intruder was worth getting singed fur.  With a glare at the water drinking Ridge they backed away, the rolling steam from the vats below curtaining their exit as they disappeared.<br/><br/>The TorchChick was so occupied with telling the invading pokegirls in no uncertain terms to scram that she'd missed the human getting to his feet to make a dash for it once more. She'd turned around proudly, her tiny chest puffed out in her triumph only to grin smugly at empty air. She did a double take, searching left and right until her pointed ear caught the angry sound of her factory's rattling as a body ran across another catwalk. She followed the sound, her scaled bird like legs clicking claws against the perforated walkway with a bit of a frown.<br/><br/>Ridges trail was not too difficult to track. These walkways and corridors were as familiar to her as the feathers on the back of her hand. She could tell if one was out of place, or something foreign had been added to the mix. Although was this human so strange? These walkways had been filled with the slap and step of human feet before. It was the reason she followed Ridge as she sought to keep that memory afloat. She'd been walking, listening to the scrabbling of this creature lose himself deeper into the factory until she heard that holler. The sound prompting her to break out into a run, rounding a corner to find Ridge clutching his hand as his flesh went red and raw. She'd almost forgotten humans could burn.<br/><br/>Something nagged at her. Something hovering just outside the borders of her memory as she looked at the strangers face. The way he was all angles and a hint of stubble dusting his wet chin. She'd known someone with stubble like that...didn't she? She watched Ridge's pulse throb madly against his throat, beads of sweat running rivulets over his Adams apple to disappear into the shirt that clung to him wetly. This deep inside the factory was sweltering, but Torch Chick didn't seem all too affected. Then again she was practically naked save for her apron.<br/><br/>This close and standing still her eyes narrowed as she studied him, unsure.  Even so, she clicked her tongue unpleasantly at him, the sounds along the lines of<strong>"Chic, chic!"</strong><br/>