Astrid has taken no such care with her presentation; there's still a bit of old mud on her outfit, and she's just fluffed her hair up a little bit in lieu of properly brushing it. She doesn't stink, at least.

"If all else fails, I'll have Abaddon set fire to something. I bet we can outrun some old hermit."

Abaddon, it seems, is a Growlithe who is much too cheerful for her name. She's trotting happily alongside the group.