Once she had delivered an appropriately withering glance to Miu for using her mistake to further torment the boy, Jess waited for him to respond. Ten seconds later, she was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him. His eyes seemed blank, expression frozen into something between nervous and...well, stupid. This time, however, Jess managed to restrain herself from commenting until Charlie's Gastly started to move, sprinkling its trainer with gas and delivering a sloppy lick to its face. Jess watched it with interest; she had never seen a Pokemon like that before. She wondered if its lick was a sign of its affection; several of the Pokemon that frequented her parents' Day Care behaved in a similar way.

Finally, after a wet dollop to the face, Charlie seemed to recover. His glance at the Ghost-type that had revived him would have indicated to a more observant person that this wasn't an infrequent event, but Jess didn't notice. Listening to what he had to say concerned her more. "Moss Rock, huh? I've seen some mossy rocks, but you make it sound a lot more impressive than a planty pebble by the side of the path. Speaking of which, the main path through these woods is only a few dozen yards behind us. I saw a Pikachu and left the path to battle it.

Responding to the low chortles coming from the brush nearby, Belial hopped off of Jess's cap and fluttered down to ground level to find out what was making the noise. After some searching and sneaking while the others were talking, he uncovered Gastly, who was watching him with an unnerving grin on its face. Eager to prove he could still fight after being brought back from fainting, he let loose a little Supersonic at the ghost. The blast of sound was point-blank, so the odds were in favor of it hitting. Of course, if his goofing around didn't provoke the Gastly, there would be no battle, and the two might play instead; it all depended on whether or not the Gas Pokemon took offense.