Quickie merely shrugged and readjusted her bag. She reached behind her, worked her arm into the closest back pocket, and fished out her water bottle. Hyperextensive joints had their advantages.
In the woods, Mewtwo followed in silence, still a few steps behind. His digitigrade legs gave him a loping gait and the thought of simply flying or even reverting to all fours had crossed his mind more than once. Flying, while it allowed him to cover considerable distances, did tire him out after a while. Also, surely there would be someone who would notice. He was, after all, not hard to miss.
He used to prowl a city at night, and he had remained hidden in plain sight for years, however he had the cover of darkness as his advantage. This was late afternoon, and the only cover he had at his disposal was the stretch of trees that lined the road. And he knew that such a terrain would not continue unbroken. He swallowed and took a deep breath. He had to go out into the open.
Quickie walked along, once again wrenching her arm behind her back to stow her water bottle. She glanced up and noticed that Mewtwo, with the most reluctantly-determined look on his face, had sidled up beside her. His tail lashed as he walked, his glance flicking between each member of the group, and he carried himself slightly stooped, as at his 6'7" height, he was easily a foot taller than Quickie. Quickie smiled at him. "You're growing up."