“We’re an essential part of any Pokémon team,” Lincoln deadpanned, not really feeling the energy to make jokes but wanting to make the mood lighter. He sat down next to Skye, making sure to keep his distance, and booted up the 3DS, grimacing when he saw the flashing red light in the corner. Low battery. And he didn’t even own a charger. “It’s a game for kids,” he said, watching out of the corner of his eye for when Skye might look away and he could zap a little more juice into the damn thing. “I don’t think you’ll find it that hard.”
“You’d be surprised at what I find hard. Not getting into arguments with people who pronounce gif as jif, basic chemistry, being on time,” Skye listed intently, all of a sudden remembering she had no idea how long she’d spent tucked away in her bunk, or whether it was a hallucination and she’d been there for days. She threw a quick glance at her phone, brows furrowing when her suspicions were confirmed. Too long. The lack of messages was, for once, a good thing. “I’m depending on you not to get bored. I have a thing for closure, so it might take us a while. Feel free to just nap or complain about the state of our government.”