The two kids initially fell into a safe silence. They weren’t sure what to make of Dax: Was she actually mistaking them for some other kids, or...?
It was Morn who caught on first. She leaned against the table and put on a show of moaning irritably, “Awww! Gross, she caught up to us, Xi!”
“H-Huh? But I don’t kno--” Morn kicked his foot under the table and Xion shut up. Good. At least he trusted her enough to follow her lead. As the conductor seemed ready to give up and leave, Morn’s expression slipped into a cheeky grin.
“You owe us an apology, mister! You were really rude to your paying customers!” Perhaps she was pushing her luck... But the gamble payed off. The man, though equally annoyed and embarrassed, bowed to the trio and promised to bring them a complimentary tea. Then he hurried down the aisle, fleeing the scene that had begun making him look bad.
Morn waited until she saw him leave to the next train car... Then she laughed. “Nice one, lady! You wanna stick around and get that free tea he promised?”
“I think we just ruined someone’s hard work day...” Xion sighed.
As the man stepped away to get the tea, Dax too broke into a grin. Despite her age, it never got old playing practical jokes on others. “I think I’ll have to stick around, otherwise they’ll start to catch on to our little lie,” she said, gently patting Morn’s shoulder to ask for room on the bench. She slid in once room was made, resting her arms on the table.
“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name’s Daxtrien Hartnet, but most people just call me Dax.” The click of a Pokeball opening on its own announced the arrival of a certain Sylveon, who hopped up onto the bench next to Xion. Mila fixed Dax with a serious and disapproving stare. “And this is my partner, Mila,” Dax added with a sheepish smile.
“You are aware that you’re probably breaking the law, right?” Mila stated in Pokespeak, which probably sounded like unintelligible Pokemon noises to anyone who didn’t know how to speak to Pokemon or wasn’t at least partly Pokemon themselves.
At Mila’s jab, Dax merely rolled her eyes. “I was helping out two kids who looked like they needed help. What’s wrong with that?” she retorted, momentarily forgetting that not everyone understood Mila.