IC: Anger wasn't much, but it was better than sleep, and it was better than sick. Coming from Esen, Cero would gladly take it. But Kyle kidnapped? That, he would not. Incapable as he knew he was, him and his companions certainly lacking the training necessary to handle such a circumstance, he supposed they would all have to be improved as they went. It was just important to move now. He had a mission. He considered sending Buitre to tail the truck--she'd spot it with her eyes--but doubtless Esen had already sent one of hers after the targets, to ensure they wouldn't escape-- Wait, what? Cero had never heard the word 'tail' used as a verb, and he had never known its espionage definition, but now he was acquainted with both. And the cloud of association around the word was a fair bit more cold than he had thought he was. He squirmed at whoever had been in his brain before him. Then, searching for a diversion, he latched onto Esen's question and followed her gaze until he found something he could help with. He crouched in front of the Dragon-type. Though he did not look into his eyes, knowing some Pokémon found that a sign of aggression or dominance, he angled himself toward it calmly. His fear and indignation had melted away. He was dealing with Pokémon now. "You must be a Noivern, and that," he murmured, jerking his head toward the littler version of the creature, "your young. Let me go out on a limb: you don't want Esen to leave, and that's because you don't like those poachers. You've probably lost someone to them as well. You might think they'll come back for you, you might think we might not beat them, that we could lose." He grew into a low, rapid voice. "But Esen's worked with Kyle, and I helped beat a giant Golurk. We're qualified as Kyle was. And I'm sure he gave them trouble when it was two on one. We can take on one leader each and beat them. We will win this, Noivern. You can count on it, and let go." He smiled.