There's a sway in her hips and a spring her step that rocks the pokeballs fastened to her belt. They make a gentle click, click, click with each step, a rhythmic noise that sent the Poochyena in her arms to sleep. The grey creature is held snuggly like a football with one hand absentmindedly stroking it's plush fur while the other hand held up the map. There was an almost constant bobbing of her head as she looked up from the map and to her surroundings then back again. The movement shifts the thin, but oversized glasses on her nose. They need to be shoved back up every five minutes like clockwork.
Eventually she reached her destination, but oh the class has already commenced. Her body sags with a mixture of frustration and shame then she quietly makes a place for herself off to the side, awaiting to be berated by the instructor. The poocheyna snoozes on.