Wandering the Steppes had become something of a pastime for Pace, as he enjoyed just as much jogging and rambling as Ibis as he did as Pace. The difference being, of course, that UNOVR housed wildlife and cute little settlements that boasted a whole different vibe than Detroit did; plus there were horses and sheep and stuff, which was fun.

"Hey, stranger!" He called out to a familiar face - one he'd met before on a quest, though he'd forgotten what she called herself. He barely remember his own username most of the time, anyways. In the meantime, an aforementioned sheep jumped out of the dry underbrush and positioned itself in battle stance towards the girl and her Deerling.

"You're being attacked by a violent creature, it seems..." Pace jogged up beside her and sized up the little fluffy thing. "Don't worry, I got it". Luckily for Tuesday, Pace possessed a tiny Rookidee, which swept into action.

_Tuesday

That smirk of hers turns into the most radiant, proud, and admittedly arrogant of smiles when the Deerling battles against the pair of Mareep without an issue at all, taking them both on as if it were nothing. It's the sort of thing Tuesday expects from her Pokémon, after all.

It's becoming more and more obvious that she should make Bartók one of her tanks.

"I only need one of them. You can have the second, if you want it." Tuesday tells ibis. How kind of her, right? Super charitable and everything.