Annie lifts a hand to not quite wave to Mist, acknowledging the Altaria before her attention returns to Cecil. Two drowned rats standing out on the decks in a Legendary storm. Quite honestly, it's a bizarre sort of highlight to her time out here.

"You'd think so, just like with something affecting the amount of sun in the area. Raise the temperature of the area around here enough and it'd dissipate too. Sunny Day or Drought seem like they'd have some effect on at least the ship area. Or psychic type moves being able to better communicate to figure out what's gotten under Lugia's skin."

Given things lately, she tips her head to the side and presses her lips together, frowning. She picks a wet lock of hair off her cheek to tuck behind her ear, getting it off her face. "That crash last month was off near Pallet Town, but it's not like the seas are segregated. Wonder if something could have been on that plane that we didn't know about that drifted out this way." Not that it was the only thing happening in the world, but considering the blue lizard-like pokemon curled up in her room in the shredded remains of her casual clothing? Who knows.