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[Nadja]

Moloch's growl drew an indignant look from Raion, who growled back. Now was not the time for this.

Considering that Nadja's Pokemon weren't exactly friendly towards him, Seth kept his distance but watched like a hawk. Still, all he could do was stand there helplessly, leaving him at quite a loss. Moloch's growl made things rather clear. It wouldn't do anyone any good to get his head bit off.

The man clenched his fists and glared at the overly protective dog. "Can't you move her any faster?" He voiced in frustration. They needed to get her out of there, especially since the cops were bound to be here at any time and Nadja needed medical attention.

After getting Sorano positioned in the van, Faleen had checked him over to see if there was any first aid he needed right away.
There wasn't to much she could do for him, anything he might have needed would be provided at a medical center in the base.
The Grunt slipped out of the van, holding her hand out to Umbreon who was waiting out there for her.
He only blinked once before he spit the pokeballs out into her hand.
the two pokemon that she had successfully taken from James where quickly whipped off with the hem of her silk dress, and dropped into a protective compartment in the Van.

"Watch him" she told her two pokemon, before heading toward the edge of the ally, to see if any others would be coming and needed assistance, so they can get everyone in and get out of there.
though being careful not to wander out far enough to bring attention to herself.

(render assistance when needed and leave with the van :3 )

The Metagross ignored Seth by all appearances, concentrating on applying the gradient of psychic force necessary to keep his trainer's limbs in the position it had found them as it lifted her with care onto the flat surface of its back, then rose into the air, tucking its limbs underneath itself.

Moloch exchanged a look with the steel psychic, then disappeared in a flash of reluctant red, trusting his teammate to see their person to safety.

Despite her efforts to remain focused, things hurt - more than a mind could bear, so it didn't. Something crossed Nadja's face that might have been a threadbare smirk for Seth, or a weak grimace of pain.

"You'll have to write the report," she murmured as her eyes fluttered shut.

Seth just stood there and watched, stone faced, as the Metagross lifted Nadja onto its back and Moloch disappeared.

The man sighed, and folded his arms. Since the only thing he could do was just stand there and then follow.

"I will," he assured Nadja. It really didn't need to be said anyway.

(Faleen)

Claire shrugged, grabbing the small bag and putting it in the pocket hidden in the folds of her dress. "It wasn't too bad for me. Did you see that explosion? Any idea what caused it?" She hadn't seen it herself but she'd heard and felt it. Ugh, she'd be feeling it for weeks. She shrugged, holding her arm. "Worst thing is my arm, I'm guessing it's broken. I fell off my bird when the explosion happened, too close I suppose. And I think things are just as bad as they look. The chandelier fell, and it didn't make as much of a shattering noise as I think it should've. Might've fallen on someone," she said absent-mindedly, studying her arm. Was there any way she could make a make-shift splint or something for it? She didn't have any supplies in here, but maybe the van...?

With a wince, she let go of her arm and leaned in the van, ignoring the unconscious Sorano and her still-flailing chubby chu as she looked for any sort of medical supplies she could use. "Oh hush, you'll get your damned cookies later," Claire muttered in a frustrated tone. Honestly, he was such a selfish little...!

She sighed as she gave up, unable to locate any supplies. If there were any, she couldn't see them. She paused, turning to look at Faleen. "Were you hurt too?" It was probably slightly rude not to have asked sooner, oh well.

"Oh, did he?" She asked, eyebrows raising slightly as she looked to the unconscious Sorano. Whatever caused the explosion was probably the reason he was passed out now. That made Claire even more glad she had as far from it as she was, though she was rather frustrated at her broken arm.

She looked down at it with a sigh, withholding the wince her body tried to show as she held it firmly with her other hand, gritting her teeth as she did so. Broken bones hurt. "The branch?" She'd assumed they'd go straight to the base, but that was a good point - the outpost was a lot closer than the base, and from the looks of some people who were exiting the hotel, a closer station would be a hell of a lot better, in case some of them were critically injured and needed immediate medical attention. But then again, the cops would be crawling all over the place soon - they needed to get everyone out and somewhere, anywhere else, as soon as possible. "I'll be fine," the grunt told the other Rocket with a nod, as if that would accentuate her point more. "Though I don't know how much help I could be to anyone else since I'm sort of one-handed at the moment." Ugh, this would put a serious damper on her training...