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300% was all she ever expected to give towards anything, if not more, and so Kunai's warning meant little to her. Curiously Aila glanced through the various faces that had assembled; she recognized many of them, but there were also a number of completely unfamiliar Rockets gathered. She shrugged it off, though, and lifted the designated supply pack, checking to make sure her pokeballs were firmly secured at her waist. There was a mission at hand, and she wasn't about to fall behind for idle musings, of all things.

Of all the pokemon she had in her possession, none of them could produce light, so she stayed close to the group as it forged its path forward and picked careful steps along what they had been warned was perilous terrain. Another thing she wasn't going to fall behind for was injuries obtained through carelessness.

Kunai watched with a stern eye as the rest of the group gathered their supply packs. Once more, she waited until the very end, making certain the inexperienced were not left without the proper tools for the mission. It was fortunate that the preparations for this mission has been exact. One lonely pack was left for one small elite agent. Once more, she picked up the rear as she slung her own bag over her shoulders. Her green eyes watched almost impatiently as she waited for each Agent and Grunt to fall in place in front of her. Out of mere habit, she flicked out a familiar knife from a side pouch and began to spin it between her fingers. It was as if she was warning the others that they should hurry up. That knife of hers was a trademark in a sense, and she was never afraid to use it.

At the order for lighting, Jack quickly took out a pokeball and released the Pokemon inside. Agnes, his Torkoal, popped out in a brief flash that illuminated the rough tunnel walls. She looked about her with only a mild curiosity but she seemed to enjoy the heat and the smell of sulfur, which made sense. Smoke drifted around her, but the glow from her shell helped the visibility in the tunnel.

Jack gave the Torkoal a nudge with one foot. "You better keep up. There's not that much room here in the first place, and falling behind would probably mean repercussions," he said quietly to her. Agnes snorted but when he started moving again, one hand on the tunnel wall, she followed at a faster than usual pace.

Leonard thought that heading into the tunnel would alleviate the heat. But it didn't. In fact, it might've gotten even hotter inside the cave, with everyone cramped in close quarters and the heart of the volcano drawing near. And along with the temperature, he was having fun avoiding the sharp edges on the walls and the floor. This almost felt like a video game, with lava beneath his feet and spikes to his sides. Only there was no treasure chest at the beginning of the dungeon that provided him with a lamp of some sorts...

So he relied on the light of the other Rockets' Pokemon. Luckily there were enough glowing bodies among all of them.

Holding a hand to her mouth as they went down made breathing a little easier, but not by much, for her it was most peace of mind.
She was starting to understand why Agent Nyx was wearing the outfit she was... resourceful scientist.

the flashlight she had in her hand wasn't lit, at the moment it didn't need to be, she just followed the group, her own Umbreon walking in front of her providing a light source for her to better watch the ground.

Three fire types, and Three Umbreon, well, two Umbreon, one Mew transformed to look like an Umbreon.
It was actually really nice seeing so many Umbreon in one place, even if her Umbreon would have nothing to do with either of them socially.

Hearing Seth's low grunt to the other Elite, she had the feeling they were in for a long mission, -inside- a volcano.
and when attention was drawn to a wall of Zubat, Faleen just shifted to the side away from them, otherwise ignoring them.

The appearance of another Umbreon surprised Damon briefly, but he was quick to brush it off. Of course he wasn't the only Rocket with an Umbreon, it wasn't like they weren't a popular Pokemon to own or anything. He could see Badru's ears perk in curiosity, but the Dark-type remained at his side. At the very least, he had to admire his obedience. He wasn't as likely to get in trouble for anything if Badru continued to follow his orders so closely.

He was quick to get out of the way as Seth made his way to the back of the group, carefully avoiding contact with the Elite in the cramped space. Blend into the background, try not to overhear anything he shouldn't... It was this thought that made him focus on his surroundings rather than the words spoken behind him.

Rough walls, watch your steps... Oh look, Zubat. How pleasant... At least they didn't look like they'd be swarming them anytime soon.

She had been in a dead silence of fear since landing from the chopper blades who sliced and murdered the sky. Why wasn't she yipping up like a fierce puppy screaming for attention? It was her -first- mission, so to speak, so she wasn't on the mood to hand Death her parting will just yet. Len had remained a threading idol of silence since the beginning of the volcanic adventure, finding it just easier to blend in with the crowd.

The dimness of her mind hardly registered that they were now in what? A cave? Filled with Zubat? Ugh. She twisted her face up amidst her silence, smoothing a hand over the sphere of a Pokeball that contained a not very helpful Pokemon. They were weak and not fire types; so what was the use of watching them? Len withdrew a hand and continued to follow. Where, oh where will her journey take her? Pewter City? Celadon?

Her foot slid out when the cave around them began to rumble and shake, nearly falling over she managed to catch her stance, bending her knees and grabbing onto the nearest rock.
Falling on this ground was not a pleasant thought.
She could feel her heart racing, looking up with her moth parting slightly, her rushed thoughts wondering what the hell that had been, until there was another problem.
The Zubat were starting to panic, and the air was suddenly full of wings and squeals from the creatures.
"Get off!" she hissed when she felt one land on her shoulder, her flashlight swinging up promptly to knock its soft body off of her. It didn't stop there though, more flew around bumping and smacking into her, as was probably happening to the others in the group as well.
This was a set back, she crouched down, shoving off the pokemon whenever they would land on her, but for the most part just trying to stay out of their way so they could get out of there. not being very friendly to the ones that did land on her.

Umbreon flattened his ears when Zubat tried to land on him, wearing an expression of annoyance, he would just shake them off when they would land on him, his jaws finding a couple that came to close. growling a few times as he did.