“Mountain climbing,” Rebecca repeated, “Mountain climbing in the morning. That oughta hit that early day lethargy right in the gut.” The Ralts could sense that Nina was far from eager to go out into another Mystery Dungeon, judging by the negative emotions she was giving off in droves, but given that they both knew why, and she didn’t really feel like talking about it yet, she refrained from bringing it up until Dexter did.

	“Ok,” Rebecca said, “I’m not entirely sure what the hell it was, either, but it I can say with one hundred percent absolute certainty that whatever it was was not a Rattata. Like, if Rattatas were water, that thing would be oil… or rocks… or fire, or something…” Her thoughts quickly drifted from what the “best” opposite of water would be, and went back to thinking about the mysterious creature in question. It kind of reminded her of when Ergo’s computers weren’t working right (which happened more often than he liked to admit, though he always knew how fix it), but she didn’t think anyone would really understand what she meant if she told them that. She decided that it would be nice if they could work together and get a proper report of some sort written up. It'd be nice to have to wave around in that Bronzor's face when demanding some money, at the very least.