*killua's fur stands on end, alarm coursing through his blood as the human stops in their path and looks around, clearly sensing their presence. their face is blurred, indicating they're not a real person from the airship but a part of the room. killua pushes gon further back into the bushes, hissing,*

they probably want to catch us! we should just make a break for it--

*an unintelligible shout rings out through the air, and in a flash of light another pokémon appears -- one which resembles a menacing black hellhound with curved horns adorning its head. upon materializing, it charges straight for the bushes.*

--shit!