The woman nods along, digging in the pack she happens to also be wearing slung over one shoulder, and heads not in the direction where Gwendolyn had pointed but towards what looks to her like one of those secured areas. "You move fast," she asserts. "Good. Has everybody who's hurt been rounded up? Nobody trapped that you know of?"

Behind her, her Pokémon lets out a sigh that's just shy of a bellow. He's very good at handling "trapped."