(Eh, I'll get him out of there anyway.)
Trak stirred and got up, noting that Runaway had wandered off, living up to his nickname. Getting up, she left the room and walked down the hall, seeing Runaway in the waiting area, performing for tips. Unsure of what the street performer regulations were in Hoenn, she rushed over to the Alakazam.
Runaway noticed her, bent and picked up his cup, then walked over. "Regardez!" He held up the cup, which appeared to have a few dollars worth of small change.
Trak nodded. "Nice haul, but I don't know what the laws are around here, so we should probably just go back to sleep, okay? I'm pretty tired, and you're antsy, so you didn't get enough sleep. Come on, let's get back to bed."
"Oui!" Runaway tucked the spoons into the pocket of the Bermuda shorts he still wore, switched the tip cup to his other hand, then held Trak's hand and followed her back to the room.