"Hmm...I think I see something over there."


<'T, you realize that if you just say 'over there', I won't actually know what you're talking about, right? I can't see you when you sit on my back like this.'>

"Then you need more keen sense, Orm." Her mismatched eyes roll despite knowing that the Dragonair definitely has a valid point. "To your right. Down, obviously."

She holds onto the saddle, knowing what will come next. With a graceful turn, Orm's head points in the direction she had spoken, and at that very moment, the Dragon takes a dive, the white scales of his belly now touching blades of grass.

"Oh! Orm, look at that little dude." Tuesday laughs, her gaze fixing on the small Charmander trying its best against the Magnemite that at this point is clearly harassing it with its constant zaps. She could almost bet that the Charmander had harassed the Magnemite first, but that's not what matters to her. Only the bytes really matter. "I say we give 'em a hand."

<'You got it.'> The Dragonair turns, circles around two smaller Pokémon. A Magnemite's steel type can be trouble, but it's nothing they haven't dealt with before, and while rain may not be the most effective, water is bound to do some serious damage. And, if the Charmander gets wet? Well, that's not Tuesday's problem...

"You bet." All of it is almost as if a routine to her by now. Find the steel type, beat it up, throw the golden Pokéball, then take it to Ash once a few of them begin to take space in her inventory. Tuesday doesn't even need to step on the ground this time around; it's all done from the comfort of her Dragonair's back.

So, once the Pokéball is back in her hands and the Magnemite has been caught, a decision has to be made: stay and talk to Domino or go find more steel types while she still has free time left. Bytes talk, and the choice is easily made.

"I'll see you around! Got some more hunting to do."

With that, the Dragonair flies off once again.