The figure--a boy, about her age, also with a pokemon--stopped right when she told him too. Good. Phoebe half expected him to keep walking. Then she would have to run and hide, or worse, fight with a weak, brand-new pokemon. Briefly, the boy looked down at his pokemon. Phoebe followed his gaze, watching for any sort of signal. The pokemon was an unknown species, brown, and small. It looked like a really fluffy Raticate, with similar buckteeth. Phoebe knew from experience how painful a Raticate bite could be.
The boy claimed he was from the Stations. Phoebe wanted to believe him, but she had no way to verify it. Still, she let slip a little bit of information, along with a healthy dose of lies, "Me too. In fact, I'm from Neo Saffron. I've come back for a visit."