Nah, nothing like that! [ Yang giggled, waving her hand once to dismiss the comment. Dad was a lot of things, protective not the least of them, but while they were precious to him he knew they were not made for frilly dresses and glass cages.

And Yang is not meant to sit still for five seconds. She's already swaying impatiently on her skates. ]

Gee, I'd really like to stick around and chat, but I've still got so much of the town to check out to see if there's anything cool and exciting to do around here that doesn't involve, y'know—

[ She flicked the plastic ring down from her wrist into the palm of her hand and whistled once, sharply. Then she tossed it up into the air just in time for a rush of wind and a blur of feathers to bolt straight past it; her Pidgeotto catching the ring in its talons before swooping off. ]

That, if you catch my drift?