Haze Kanoa
Haze tilted her head at the displays between human and mon with a bemused smile. No matter where in the world she went, the bond between sworn partners was universal, needing no language to give it form. On the one side, a man encouraging his furry scouts, and on the other, a mon discouraging his trainer's rage towards said man. She chuckled, their devotion was as clear as the sun that had no business shining so soon after midnight.
"Oh?" she remarked, as the more confident of the two hounds leapt into action, appearing as valiant as any superhero worth their cape, and their trainer behind, himself shining a look reminiscent of an action hero as he introduced himself. She made a note to remember not to address people as snappily as she would back home on the ranch. "Teddy. Teddy? Oh, alright, I guess we're running."
Some short paces later they approached the threshold of a gigantic atrium, its steepled ceiling easily one of, if not the, tallest point of the ship. The floor was covered with broken glass panes and debris, and fortunately nothing else. It would have looked dazzling at night in full glow. Grouping up with two ship employees, albeit hospitality workers, gave Haze some confidence that these directions would hold true. She was grateful, too, for not needing to call her own pokemon into the chaos. Yet.
"Sure, let's go to the dark tunnels," Haze sighed and looked out across the minefield of debris forming an alternate but obviously more difficult path. "These are new sneakers," she lamented quietly. "I hope the subway isn't dirty."