The Haunter didn't give a reply, instead pouting at Wes' logic. The gesture only made Wes snort with suppressed laughter, Whiskey only eyeing the ghost a moment before moving with Wes. The nomad began to make his way to Jaz as a high, shrill voice pierced the air. ”Ok, the fire’s out… The fucking undead is gone… and I’m rather confused. What the actual FUCK is going on?” Wes blinked in confusion as he watched the feathered Eevee-thing come nearer, bristling with annoyance. "And seriously? CAT? I am an Aiveon, thank you very much! I mean, that’s like calling you an ape!" Wes and Whiskey exchanged an identical glance of confusion, disbelief and wariness. This one was going to be interesting.
She took a look around, apparently surveying the damage as the others mulled about. Wes brushed himself off again, even though he knew it was next to useless-- no matter how much he preened, he'd be getting sand out of his clothes and hair for a week. At least he was used to it. "Feh… One hell of a way to spend the afternoon. Are you guys all ok? Anyone injured?”
"Bold of you to just stroll up to a bunch of strangers and ask," Wes replied calmly, a small smirk on his face as he looked down to the odd pokemon. Whiskey kept silently beside him, judging the newcomer. "But yeah. We're all right. I'd say the Haunter over there might be coughing up a lung, but, you know, ghost." He shrugged. "Don't know if he has lungs," he added in a whisper, leaning in a little to emphasize his point. He leaned back with a chuckle.
"You planning on staying? I'm Wes, this is Whiskey," he motioned down to the Espeon with his gun, who still continued to stare wordlessly at the strange feathered creature. "The lady yelling at everyone is Jasmine, the ghost is, uh, Xander, I think and.... there's one more around here somewhere..." Wes looked about himself a bit, then shrugged it off. "Eh. We'll find her. So you are?"