Lark stared for a few moments, trying to process the words the rabbit had thrown at them both. She turned slowly to look at Paopao. "Can you do that?" The dog nodded, pink ears flapping at the motion. Lark nodded back and smiled gently at the unnamed creature. "Okay, you can relax now. It'll be okay!" She patted the other's head without preamble.
Paopao barked at Lark for a moment, the words indistinguishable from any normal dog's barks. However Kit seemed to grasp it after a few moments. "Um..." Kit asked with a soft tilt of the head. "Can you show Paopao where to climb? The rubble might break on us..."
Paopao continued to tread slowly onward. Lark had lowered the pipe in favor of resting her sore arm, which had knocked away quite a few adversaries. They had been knocked surprisingly hard but the Digimon took no chances and howled a strange attack, typically sending them through walls or floor. It was already broken anyway, so Lark took little notice of it. "Hey... doggy," she mumbled softly, causing Paopao to look at her curiously. "Aren't we going a little slow?"
"If I go any faster I'll be heard," the dog said patiently in reply. "I am actually a Labramon. Do call me Paopao. It's a memento of a name."
"Oh..." She watched the road ahead of her now. Lark's head was marginally clearer now and while she still worried for her father figure, she knew Jake was like a bear. He was probably better off than she herself. Paopao stiffened sharply below her and her gait became a slightly fast trot. She frowned. "What's the matter?"
Paopao whined as the device on Lark's belt began to flicker. "Someone is trapped here." Lark's pale face flushed with dismay before the girl nodded firmly.The Labramon smiled. "That's a smart decision there girl. If he dies, we may have a whole new problem on our hands: hungry creatures."