"Or the spheres." They're some kind of electronic device, that much is obvious, and seem to serve as a holding cell of some sort for creatures like the small, absurdly pastel horse that has been stubbornly dogging her heels, but the specifics are beyond her. Still, Catra's certain it wouldn't be difficult to insert a tracking chip in the things - or, for that matter, to insert a device that would collect all manner of useful information.

The tree's leaves rustle faintly as she shimmies forward to the end of the branch she's chosen as her perch, then drops down to the ground several metres away from where he's sitting, landing in an easy crouch. She certainly looks human - short dark hair, tanned skin, a scattering of freckles on her cheeks - though her mismatched eyes, one amber-brown and the other vivid blue, and the stripes that run across her arms like strangely uniform birthmarks are unusual, and the red bodysuit and lack of any footwear whatsoever are outlandish in comparison to the garb that appears to be preferred by the residents of New Bark Town.

"She's a ponyta, according to the scanner," she says, tapping one finger on the PokeGear she holds in her left hand. "You probably have some creature too. The crazy woman was ranting about a 'pokemon journey'."

Whatever that means.