[center][h1][b][color=violet]Clarissa Ryte[/color][/b][/h1]

[i]Upstairs, Second Floor, Stellar Toy Company, Industrial District, Byjerfal City

(Urban Exploration)[/i][/center]

For a breif moment, the psychic got a glimpse of her all-volunteer rescue party as she darted after the ball-snatching Gastly across the catwalks. A girl with dyed hair, who seemed to be of the 'fashionable' sort, had an appearance that seemed to shout the name 'Chloe' for sure based on the texts they'd exchanged. Had a little pink dog Pokemon with her too. Then there was the ninja girl from the Professor's lab, her silly and mischevious simian by her side, and...eh? Did she just catch another Pokemon or such? Hmm. Meanwhile the sight of a blue dog-like Pokemon and grumpy-looking short-haired boy with him was likely 'Yuu' for sure. Ah. Wait, that guy had volunteered to come help her like this? Huh. Then again, Chloe had just told her the guy was a 'douchecanoe'....hmm. Seemed more to him than met the eye perhaps?

But all of this mattered very little in the heat of the moment, mostly as it was just what Clarissa could get from a quick glance at best as she pursued the Gastly onward. Her feet caused the catwalks to clatter and rumble a bit, likely having not been used to the feet of people for some time potentially, until she saw the Gastly phase through the upcoming door. Indeed, she'd try to open the door in a hurry as she tried to continue her pursuit as well, Sir Lopsalot sitting on her shoulder still as he hung on with his little Buneary arms, though upon finding it more easily opened without much of a fuss at all it seemed. 

That in and of itself was strange enough, but as she opened to the door and walked in the psychic felt an almost electric sensation run across her brain and then down her spine. Her senses were....her [i]psychic[/i] senses were, actually, going off in a way she hadn't felt before. She could feel a second Pokemon in the room, even as her eyes and ears took in the buzzing of machines and whirring of computers and clicking of switches going on seemingly impossibly around her, but the sensation was very peculiar. Very strange. It was like the room was [i]alive[/i]somehow, like the Pokemon to be looked for here was all over the place. Like it was in everything, or part of everything even! 

It stirred the girl out of her enforced expression of stoicism once more, mouth slightly agape and eyes and ears and psychic senses looking about with some sense of surprise, wonder, and a little bit of concern as well perhaps. It was then her eyes would finally, now, she saw where the Gastly had put the Pokeball with the Murkrow on the middle of a table that itself was in the middle of the room. Still, she could feel the Pokemon lurking around and lingering still as well more distinctly than the other one that was in the same room with her too. 

Slowly walking up to the table, the psychic would carefully pull out three more jerky pieces to keep held in her left hand as a 'just in case'. After this she could pull up her device from Camphor, the "Camphordex" she'd call it for now, and try to look around the room with it held in her right hand. Maybe it could find something to scan? Help her find the Pokemon here maybe? Why had the Gastly brought her here, and why was this other Pokemon running the place.. And, really, perhaps the best question was this other Pokemon potentially the one who locked her inside of this Abandoned Factory for that matter (if her growing suspicions were correct)? What reasons did it have? Even Sir Lopsalot seemed concerned enough about his trainer's intial reaction to the room as he looked around with his eyes and kept his ears open to try to be aware of potential dangers alongside his trainer (Ghosts, why'd it have to be ghosts? He couldn't punch ghosts! Well...at least not punch them [b]yet[/b]). 

"Bun..."

Tentatively, however, Clarissa would try to reach out with her telepathy to the 'everything' that was what read she could get on that second Pokemon in the room right now. See if she could, gently and safely enough, make contact with it. It was like offering a simple handshake, in a sense, as if too say 'hello there, i'm here and want to say a friendly hi to you' type of thing. Or, well, that was her intent in things at the very least. Not to spook the Pokemon, but rather to make contact with it in this case. Apparently psychics and mediums, now that she thought back to something from her days training with her grandmother, had an affinity for ghosts somewhat maybe? Eh, that was according to one of the friends of her grandmother back in Orre that she'd met....had no idea why though. But the fact this bit was coming back to mind was certainly more relevant, perhaps, to whatever was going on than other things at least. 

The Camphordex, however, was pretty vulnerable right now depending on the inclinations of the second ghost Pokemon in the room that wasn't Gastly. 

[@Rune_Alchemist]