Arthur obviously frightened the trainer, but he didn't care too much, not when his own trainer's life was in jeopardy. "U-um..." The girl trembled before him, tripping over her words. "I-I..."
The Lucario is the first to really speak, easing out of his battle stance to something more calm. It was progress. "She's Sara-Anne; I'm Mattimeo, that's Flame, and tha'ts Joy," Arthur's eyes followed each in turn before returning back to the Lucario. Mattimeo. "We're not anyone special-- just survivors. We came over because I can see auras, and I saw your human's. We haven't seen a human in a long while, and that aura told me he was injured, so we thought we'd just come and check."
"And your trainer flipped his lid a little. Thought we were gonna mug him." Yeah, that sounded correct. "I mean I guess I can understand that, since not all human survivors are friendly, but he scared my girl." Arthur snorted at the sentiment; he didn't care for the small monkey's bravado, but he supposed he was grateful they didn't outright attack Lance.
"Flame shush. He was afraid, too." The Gardevoir seemed to have some sense about her, to which Arthur was grateful. She was the voice of reason, then, along with Mattimeo. It felt odd to see the Pokemon have so much control over the situation instead of the trainer; he didn't see that often outside the Plateau. "I'm sorry we scared him. We really did just want to help." Arthur nodded, but remained silent.
"Th-there's... um... we're lost but-- I remember around here there's a ci-- I mean." The girl had to steady herself, breathing forcefully even before continuing. "I remember there's a town around here somewhere, but we don't know where. Um, if we can move your human there, we have bandages for him. I'm not... really good with human medicine but... at least we can do that much for him. And maybe... make a splint...?"
Arthur rose from his crouch over Lance, studying the others a moment before uttering, "I believe you." He stretched to his full height and turned to look back down at his wounded trainer, studying what wounds he could see. The haggard breathing likely meant broken ribs, maybe fluid beginning to pool in the lungs. That was bad, if that was the case. The most obvious was his bleeding leg, smashed with shrapnel from the ruined greave. Very broken. Arthur could even spot a piece of bone poking out from the metal. "We need to get him somewhere safe, somewhere I can get the armor off and see what the damage is. We have some medical supplies as well, but..." He looked down at his large, taloned hands before looking to the others. "...I lack the proper hands."
Reaching down to glance over Lance's belt, Arthur grabs a pokeball before turning to the others. "My comrade will be able to carry my trainer much better than I or any of you, as well as the rest of us. I'm... fairly exhausted, and I'm sure all of you would prefer to conserve any energy you have to fight off anything my trainer's crash may have attracted." Tossing the pokeball, in the empty space beside the group, Tyrantrum materialized, massive and intimidating. He growled upon spotting Lance's unconscious form, but Arthur held up a hand, saying simply, "They're helping us." Though Tyrantrum was obviously still distraught, he stayed relatively calm. Arthur turned to the others before going to Lance, standing over him. "Help me pick him up; we'll put him on the Tyrantrum, and then all get on board. You'll direct him," Arthur nodded to the girl, "to the city. Is that agreed?"