Nope. That's Pidge's job. She's the one who turns invisible.
[Chameleon armor. That sort of thing. Plus, she's tiny. And wry. And able to break into anything. Pidge is many, many things. And while they can plan all kinds of infiltration runs, it tends to fall to her to carry them out. Fortunately, here, they're looking for a pokemon, not a Galra. And Red doesn't know Annie from anyone else.]
Last one I remember being on, Allura shoved me in a box of spare parts.
[Then Annie's just. Gone. He makes a face, and ducks after her. Following the slight part of people in her path. The top of her head moving through the crowd. He's a couple feet behind her, but with her, all the same. Using his height and shoulders to his advantage as he moves.]
[Hopefully, the Incineroar isn't far off. Because this is way too many people for comfort. Even after two years, he can feel the press of humanity starting to get under his skin...]
[... and then nearly stumbles over Annie as she stops. He catches the last few words of what's going on. Where did you last see her? -- Help me find mama.]
[Oh great.]
Hey there. [And without so much as a hesitation, he's on a knee, more at the level of a two year old than he would be standing up. Pushing the costume mask all the way off his head, to better see the kid. Yes, they had a mission. Yes, his pokemon is still MIA. But he trusts her to make her way back to the Center or even the house if need be. This kid has no such skill. He's two.]
[His own hands extend, ready to step in. Heck, he'll pick up the kid, if asked.] Need help with your mom, huh? C'mon. Remember where you saw her last? Or her name?
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[Chameleon armor. That sort of thing. Plus, she's tiny. And wry. And able to break into anything. Pidge is many, many things. And while they can plan all kinds of infiltration runs, it tends to fall to her to carry them out. Fortunately, here, they're looking for a pokemon, not a Galra. And Red doesn't know Annie from anyone else.]
Last one I remember being on, Allura shoved me in a box of spare parts.
[Then Annie's just. Gone. He makes a face, and ducks after her. Following the slight part of people in her path. The top of her head moving through the crowd. He's a couple feet behind her, but with her, all the same. Using his height and shoulders to his advantage as he moves.]
[Hopefully, the Incineroar isn't far off. Because this is way too many people for comfort. Even after two years, he can feel the press of humanity starting to get under his skin...]
[... and then nearly stumbles over Annie as she stops. He catches the last few words of what's going on. Where did you last see her? -- Help me find mama.]
[Oh great.]
Hey there. [And without so much as a hesitation, he's on a knee, more at the level of a two year old than he would be standing up. Pushing the costume mask all the way off his head, to better see the kid. Yes, they had a mission. Yes, his pokemon is still MIA. But he trusts her to make her way back to the Center or even the house if need be. This kid has no such skill. He's two.]
[His own hands extend, ready to step in. Heck, he'll pick up the kid, if asked.] Need help with your mom, huh? C'mon. Remember where you saw her last? Or her name?
[DON'T WORRY ANNIE, IT'S DAD O'CLOCK.]