Sarcus nodded and turned to walk out of the crowded building. He led the way through the crowd, opening a space for him and his Pokemon to move through. Once outside, he searched out a small open area covered in grass. It isn't the riverside, but it'll do. Sarcus shed the heavy outfit, setting most of the articles of clothing down in a pile and leaving him with just the simple white tee and black pants. Falling over backwards with a thump, he let out a sigh. I'm glad to be out of there; I could barely breathe. Absolution curled up next to him, his soft white fur brushing up against his trainer's splayed arms, though the metal brace dug into him to an extent. Blues and Chomp were getting along fairly well for once, and even Gallant took the opportunity to relax, taking a similar position to Sarcus's. Metang was difficult to read, but gave an impression of contentedness. He sighed again. Bah, I've got to go back in a half hour. Might as well enjoy this while I can, though. The teen closed his eyes, enjoying the sun on his face.