A playful smirk caught the young girl's face as her posture righted. She saw the somewhat plain looking boy some closer-the reason for the expression, and toyingly popped her hip out in his direction.
"[color=ed145b]Hey boy, I'm not in for that now, m'kay?[/color]" she teased, pausing a moment before bursting out into laughter, shaking her head at her own joke.

The clawed creature was making her uneasy. Something about him seemed... wrong, and his speech pattern was just... bizarre. A quizical glare locked on the scene as the one with the claws and gnarly looking wing vest back handed the ground-tadpole. Nadica wasn't sure what to make of this.

Pabumon sat, relatively quiet, a slow mist of bubbles emanating from the outer layer of the soft digital body. There was little to be done at the moment, so the Digimon's eyes closed, thinking about what would come next. For the time being, safety from larger Digimon had been attained, and thoughts soon drifted off in a somnant manner.

Becoming the center of attention, the masked creature leaned to the side, only to slowly rotate, placing a clawed hand to his face, as if lounging mid air. The eternal grin within the mask seemed to grow wider as he let out an almost giggling laugh.
"[color=a2d39c]Close, meature, but you're wrong on the [i]not[/i] part,[/color]" he replied.
A slow, almost hearty chuckle left his throat as the small fuzzy Digimon approached. Slowly, he drifted down, then patted the other rather belittlingly on the head. Perhaps in a more disorienting way than before, the Digimon spread out his hands, rotating to stand once again on his feet before them.
"[color=a2d39c]Yes, everything,[/color]" he answered, sounding rather annoyed, almost drained, before perking up once more, "[color=a2d39c]I, am Dracmon,[/color]" he announced rather enthusiastically.
Punctuating his annunciation, his hands opened, claws tensing upwards, revealing two reeling eyes set within his palms, each iris matching the color of the corresponding eye in the mask.

A soft yelp left Nadica's lips at the exclamation, and specifically the gesture. A soft line of sweat gathered along her brow, and she seemed to be making a point of brushing her hair rather excessively over her left eye, which had been covered by this point. Her hands shook slightly, and, were it not for the conscious clinging of Pabumon, the small Digimon would have tumbled to the ground.
"[color=ed145b]C'mon... keep it together Nadica,[/color]" she muttered to herself, posture seeming rather pensive.