Iris traveled easily along in the dark, part of the group but not really with them. He cast half an ear towards listening to what the others were saying, something about evolution stones and explaining where they were. With a slight shrug he continued on his way, noticing that the forest began to thin out, the path they were traveling near became wider. They were close to Mahogany now, he didn't need psychic powers to tell him that. He could see the town sitting over a hill. With a quick look at the others he trotted off the path and away from the view of any humans. With a sharp swipe, he appeared to snatch a hole open into the very air, and a portal of contrasting greens, blues, and browns appeared.
"This is your way out," he glared through his sunglasses, saying nothing more than that.
He himself would most likely be traveling back to his own hometown to free his pokemon. He didn't own many, the few that he did were the only friends he had. Thus, he didn't truly own them, but rather traveled with them. Now that he was a pokemon himself, he felt he had no right to keep them in pokeballs. In the meantime, he would sit by and wait for the others to leave.