Better ration those, the Twilight signed pointedly, arching a brow at Worick before gesturing around them, the meaning obvious enough. So far he hadn't seen anyone smoking, so there very well may not be anything similar to cigarettes in the world they had fallen into. It wouldn't cause any trouble for the uncommonly health-conscious Tag, but Nicolas didn't expect Worick would be too pleased by the revelation. Fortunately he didn't have to concern himself with that for very long.

The Pokemon Center loomed ahead of them, gaudy and to the point, a giant red adn white Pokeball sign indication enough that they were headed the right way. When they go to the building and the front doors hissed open, it was a good sign. There wasn't a lot in the little town to indicate a level of technology, but automatic doors? That put a reasonable mark on the tech timeline.

"Welcome!" a pretty young woman called across the open lobby. Of course Nic didn't hear it and was too distracted by the surroundings to note the girl immediately. She didn't seem perturbed, however, simply smiling and waiting, almost plastic for how universally pleasant she was being. When Nic finally turned and saw the girl staring at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Pokeball, holding it up with a blank expression.

If he held it up long enough, someone was bound to direct him, right?